Sniffin' all the drugs.

I am sniffin' all the cocaine.
Yes, my name is....
It's Kurt Cobain.
In Seattle with loads of drugs.
In Washington, on the crummy curb.
By McDonald's, right in an alley.
With my blankie.
Yes, my blankie.


Now let me introduce a man whose name's Kurt Cobain.
Lead singer of Nirvana, let's all ride the grunge train.
That guys who plays drums, is unknown to the best.
Kurt forgot his own Jimmy, when Courtney had sex.
Cobain's half-baked, even if he kept a beat.
The gym where you see the kids turn it into a mosh pit.
And kids with clothes that don't need greens.
Lean mean suicide machine, named Cobain.
He was in the game until two years he was dead.
When he put a gun to his head.
When in '96 he capped himself deadly.
With a note that looked like it was written by Puff Daddy.
It's all good, cuz' we know he ain't gay.
Seattle is the bomb, we will leave anyway.
Throw up your tongue, if you feel the same way.
STG givin' it,
Fro Kurt Cobain.


I am sniffin' all the cocaine.
Yes, my name is....
It's Kurt Cobain.
In Seattle with loads of drugs.
In Washington, on the crummy curb.
By McDonald's, right in an alley.
With my blankie.
Yes, my blankie.

Give me more cocaine.
Give me more cocaine.
Give me heroine.
Give me some weed, now.
Give me more cocaine.
This is the ballad of Kurt Cobain.


Up on acid, this is placid. Cocaine Sniffin'.
Soon as he stepped in the scene, we hearin' guns shooting.
Fiendin' for cocaine and alcohol.
The life of a Seattle side wigga', where Cobain died.
We in Washington riot, we rally to live and die.
In S-W-A, we wearin' grunge not preppy. {that's right}
Dressed and cocked and torn jeans suits our ride, you know me, fools.
Winnin' but had breakdowns, we collide with some bad news.
Famous cause his death programmed us worldwide.
Let'em recognize from Seattle in Washington.
Bumpin' and moshin' like a big jam, it's grunge side.
So you know the blow of the show down in his head.
Say what you say,
It's the Ballad of the man they call, Cobain.
Set his ashes of his bones in the creek of W-A.
>From Seattle in Washington.
The cold area's back down.
Not like Cali is the mack, now.
Cobain's drugs.



I am sniffin' all the cocaine.
Yes, my name is....
It's Kurt Cobain.
In Seattle with loads of drugs.
In Washington, on the crummy curb.
By McDonald's, right in an alley.
With my blankie.
Yes, my blankie.

Give me more cocaine.
Give me more cocaine.
Give me heroine.
Give me some weed, now.
Give me more cocaine.
This is the ballad of Kurt Cobain.