[Intro] Y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah Y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah Webby! See I'm trying to get drunk as fuck tonight man
[Verse 1] You see I’m back here to rip another throwback jam They’re like damn, I don’t know how Webby go that HAM Lift your shirt up, baby girl, show that tan Skin covered in cartoons, but I’m a grown ass man I don’t care about your name, when I’m steppin’ to you All I’m thinkin’ about is that we got some effin' to do Sippin’ on a potion like Dr. Jekyll would do Cause I got loose screws in my head and it’s true I need my medication renewed I’m doing this shit Start howlin’ at the moon at a lunar eclipse Bark, growl, scratch every human I bit And choke the fuck out of a beat until I’m losing my grip Maneuvering quick looking for a huge set of tits And beat it up sorry babe but you'll be bruisin’ a bit Whip it out so you all could get a view of my dick Because I never gave a fuck and now I’m proving it bitch
[Hook] Hey, and this is my favorite song Sing along when the DJ throws it on I got a bag full of weed and a big-ass bong And we gon' drink till we can’t tell right from wrong
[Verse 2] Holy Moly, Webby’s here Hit a house party, drink every beer I’m just tryna find a girl real sexy here And if you’re not DTF hit the exit dear, ha I just say what I say, I’m drunk as hell, fuck it I’ll even take a grenade Just give me a fat bitch and a bottle a day As long as I’m drunk, you’re never gonna hear me complain Hey, hey, I’m the last Beastie Boy With my dick in a girl’s mouth like a squeaky toy In a pitbull’s grill, rip shit still Hole in my brain from all of the E pills I’m a motherfucking crazy dude Eatin’ baby food, a turkey dinner with some gravy too First place in a race, I’ma cross that line So lock me up doc, cause I’ve lost my mind
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[Verse 3] See Webby comes back with the horse play A liability, at least that’s what the courts say In a bedroom, get too rough Take a bite out of a bitch looking for True Blood Uh, I do it like no other Condom in my pockets, I'll do it with no rubber Got the bed shake and you think that you heard thunder And got ‘em running back to me quicker than Road Runner And I get ‘em in the sack tonight Beat it up, I don’t care if they be black or white Or tan, a blue, a green, I still smash it right Make it hot, I don’t even need a match to strike Ha, nobody could stop the beast With a tongue this slick when I rock the beat Sweepin’ all your girlfriends off they feet And I don’t even give a fuck if they got some teeth, ha
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[Outro] Damn, I'm drunk man, fuck! Couple forties deep and shit Webby's Lab, as always you know Cooking up that crack rock Ha, shouts to Obie Aight man, I'm fuckin' outta here dudeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
