[Intro] Y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah Y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah Webby! See Im trying to get drunk as fuck tonight man
[Verse 1] You see Im beck here to rip another throwback jam Theyre like damn, I dont know how Webby go that HAM Lift your shirt up, baby girl, show that tan Skin covered in cartoons, but Im a grown ass man I dont care about your name, when Im steppin to you All Im 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 its true I need my medication renewed Im 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 Im losing my grip Maneuvering quick looking for a huge set of tits And beat it up sorry babe but youll 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 Im 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 cant tell right from wrong
[Verse 2] Holy Moly, Webbys here Hit a house party, drink every beer Im just tryna find a girl real sexy here And if youre not DTF hit the exit dear, ha I just say what I say, Im drunk as hell, fuck it Ill even take a grenade Just give me a fat bitch and a bottle a day As long as Im drunk, youre never gonna hear me complain Hey, hey, Im the last Beastie Boy With my dick in a girls mouth like a squeaky toy In a pitbulls grill, rip shit still Hole in my brain from all of the E pills Im a motherfucking crazy dude Eatin baby food, a turkey dinner with some gravy too First place in a race, Ima cross that line So lock me up doc, cause Ive lost my mind
[Hook]
[Verse 3] See Webby comes back with the horse play A liability, at least thats 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, Ill 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 dont care if they be black or white Or tan, a blue, a green, I still smash it right Make it hot, I dont 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 dont even give a fuck if they got some teeth, ha
[Hook]
[Outro] Damn, Im drunk man, fuck! Couple forties deep and shit Webbys Lab, as always you know Cooking up that crack rock Ha, shouts to Obie Aight man, Im fuckin outta here dude
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro] Y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah Y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah Webby! See Im trying to get drunk as fuck tonight man
[Verse 1] You see Im beck here to rip another throwback jam Theyre like damn, I dont know how Webby go that HAM Lift your shirt up, baby girl, show that tan Skin covered in cartoons, but Im a grown ass man I dont care about your name, when Im steppin to you All Im 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 its true I need my medication renewed Im 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 Im losing my grip Maneuvering quick looking for a huge set of tits And beat it up sorry babe but youll 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 Im 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 cant tell right from wrong
[Verse 2] Holy Moly, Webbys here Hit a house party, drink every beer Im just tryna find a girl real sexy here And if youre not DTF hit the exit dear, ha I just say what I say, Im drunk as hell, fuck it Ill even take a grenade Just give me a fat bitch and a bottle a day As long as Im drunk, youre never gonna hear me complain Hey, hey, Im the last Beastie Boy With my dick in a girls mouth like a squeaky toy In a pitbulls grill, rip shit still Hole in my brain from all of the E pills Im a motherfucking crazy dude Eatin baby food, a turkey dinner with some gravy too First place in a race, Ima cross that line So lock me up doc, cause Ive lost my mind
[Hook]
[Verse 3] See Webby comes back with the horse play A liability, at least thats 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, Ill 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 dont care if they be black or white Or tan, a blue, a green, I still smash it right Make it hot, I dont 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 dont even give a fuck if they got some teeth, ha
[Hook]
[Outro] Damn, Im drunk man, fuck! Couple forties deep and shit Webbys Lab, as always you know Cooking up that crack rock Ha, shouts to Obie Aight man, Im fuckin outta here dude
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