Oh where oh where can my Maker’s be?
That Ford took it away from me
It’s in the carpet of my mangled car
I gotta have my Maker’s as I seethe at the Farms
I was out on the road to meet with Jacob Wohl
He was eager to sample my tender hole
When there on my phone, on Zero Hedge
Another piece by Null, ya know he diddles kids
I screamed and cursed as my face turned red
Same as the traffic light straight ahead
I reached for the bottle, foot on the gas
And in that moment we both were smashed
Oh where oh where can my Maker’s be?
That Ford took it away from me
It’s in the carpet of my mangled car
I gotta have my Maker’s as I seethe at the Farms
When my gunt had finally settled down
I desperately searched all around
Something warm flowin' between my thighs
But I found my bottle, barely an ounce inside
I threw back my head, and with slurred words I said
"You’re the only thing that makes me smile!"
I held it close, I slurped up one last sip
I let out a shart as it dripped from my lips
And now it’s gone, but I know it’s alright
I’ll pick up another bottle tonight
Oh where oh where can my Maker’s be?
That Ford took it away from me
It’s in the carpet of my mangled car
I gotta have my Maker’s as I seethe at the Farms