[Intro: Hunter S. Thompson and Johnny Depp as Raoul Duke]
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can
Wait till you see those goddamn bats
I know. I'm guilty. I understand that. I knew it was a crime, I did it anyways. Shit, why argue? I'm a fucking criminal, look at me
I need a fucking lawyer immediately!

[Chorus: Hunter]
We got them bottles, boomers on me, buds picked from the best
L-L-Lost in altered consciousness and walk like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S
We got them bottles, boomers on me, buds picked from the best
L-L-Lost in altered consciousness and walk like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S

[Verse 1: Hex Rated]
I break it down, I roll it up
I take a shot, I smoke a blunt
Hash dabs, bitch, dropping acid, now it's on
I'm going gonzo, things are fucking popping out the walls
I'm going gonzo, tell me about the golf shoes
I'm going gonzo, eating shrooms in the parking lot
Tripping balls on stage, I think my heart might stop
Percocet pop pop, push the limit non stop
Pourin' Jack in my cup with some coke on top (Uhh!)
I don't even know how the fuck I'm alive
Doctor-Doctor-Doctor Gonzo says I must get high
D-D-D-DMT, I'm flying high up in the sky
Yo, fuck my life, let's hurry up and die
Let's pour it up, yo, here's to us (Uh)
Let's light it up and get fucked up
It's a celebration, bitches better show me them titties
Snorting coke off your nipples, go and Rick James women now
[Chorus: Hunter]
We got them bottles, boomers on me, buds picked from the best
L-L-Lost in altered consciousness and walk like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S
We got them bottles, boomers on me, buds picked from the best
L-L-Lost in altered consciousness and walk like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S

[Verse 2: Troll]
Yo, somebody call for a doctor (for a doctor)? Got a couple shots for that stress (Stress)
I be wildin' off of my collar, purple smoke be all in my chest
Only smokin' up on the best (the best), he still burnin' down on that cocka
This Colorado though, they got it for the low, and you gotta know it's that proper (Ah)
We getting baked like Crocker (Crocker), RIP to Big Pacca (Pacca)
I'm pouring up that Walker, yeah, I keep and need no rocker
Mixes tainting up my scotch, ladies all on my crotch (My crotch)
It's this whiskey dick so the shit be lit but the bitches suck me off (Uh)
Ain't so chilly I'm sweatin' (wooh), petals all in her face (Ha)
Having that New Mexican gin, Gonzo's up in the place
Yeah I got this down to a science bitch but don't go calling me Pinkman (Calling me Pinkman)
No heroin in my system kid and sure don't go, I tweakin' (Naw)
But shroom out on the weekends and that's when I wake up
Vape break lunch break out in the parking lot I puff
Though some days they may be rough and this work be full of stress
I'm just gon' alter up my consciousness and walk like Hunter S, I'm gone
[Chorus: Hunter]
We got them bottles, boomers on me, buds picked from the best
L-L-Lost in altered consciousness and walk like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S
We got them bottles, boomers on me, buds picked from the best
L-L-Lost in altered consciousness and walk like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S

[Verse 3: DeJangles]
Plenty time rhyme and I'm back so they call me the mastermind
So I slide up to the telly but you're never gonna tell me cause I really got a problem with the mescaline
I mean mescaline, I confess the sin
Trouble to the devil, he's my next of kin
Let 'em in before he has a fit
Give 'em some booze and some estrogen
I really got a problem so I'm goin' full throttle
Let me pop this bottle going deep inside a model
My motto for tomorrow is to live for today
Spit the pain away cause I'm from Colorado
Cull it up in a green blunt blunt
Don't pass the pack, in fact pass it up
Catch 'em in the back so they stuttering
I can't tell what they say cause they muttering
Get out of my way, I'm ready to play
Got 28 Gs I'ma put to the face
You can call it a craze but it ain't a phase
I'm tripping here flipping been dizzy for days
I'm saying these booms and ecstasy (Woo)
And that's one hell of a recipe (True)
I'm thinking I'm seeing my destiny, this shit right here is getting the best of me
So don't be testing me or I'll bring the pain
Forty ounce bottles of Mickey's and green
Try but you couldn't hang with the tame
Even if you was a little deranged
One in the same (Yeah)
We crazy, that's why we be smoking that hazy
Get so high I'm flying daily, it's no wonder they can't fade me
[Chorus: Hunter]
We got them bottles, boomers on me, buds picked from the best
L-L-Lost in altered consciousness and walk like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S
We got them bottles, boomers on me, buds picked from the best
L-L-Lost in altered consciousness and walk like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S
I'm going gonzo, pronto, just like Hunter S

[Outro: Johnny Depp as Raoul Duke]
Ah, devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor skills. Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror, unable to communicate with the spinal column. Which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way, but you can't control it