Fecal Alcohol Syndrome

I have a hard time talkin’ sentences
My mind’s on constant roam
That’s because my mother drunk while I was in her womb
Not I got diagnosed with fecal alcohol syndrome
My mother gave me shit for brains and fucked up chromosomes
His mother gave him shit for brains and fucked up chromosomes

Now all I hear from people is that I’m not very smart
The vodka didn’t affect my kidneys, liver, or my heart
It seeped through the umbilical and crossed every membrane
She stayed drunk, so I’m a punk with a retarded brain
She stayed drunk, so he’s a punk with a retarded brain

She started with mimosas and finished with merlot
The wine turned into whiskey, to cigarettes, to pot
And then she moved to opiates, then methamphetamine
Ooh she stayed wasted; I got stuck with a sub average brain
She got wasted; he got stuck with a sub average brain

My favorite baby bottle was kahlua and breast milk
But when I turned to toddler she gave me gin and juice
Now I can mix my own drinks zambuca and champagne
I was a newborn alcoholic with a fermented brain
A newborn alcoholic with a fermented brain

It was a fecal alcoholocaust
And I would have done the same
It was a fecal alcoholocaust
And he would have done the same

Yeah … alright
Yo seriously, let’s go to the bar. It’s down this way, man