[Verse 1: Boyder]
It tastes so good once it hits your lips
I'm like Chris Brown making hits like this
Boyd bring beer
And Brain bring herbal
Pour out champagne for my dead gerbil
I don't jump on songs for chunks of change
I jump on so girls unbu*ton thangs
From bu*t and thangs
My parties be jumpin'
Catch me on the back deck straight dry humpin'
f** your pancakes dog
I'm in the kitchen with my pants taked off
Pull over for a truck stop sh**
Boyder, daggy
Don't chase no chick
I'm more single than a Chase Ut hit
Girls in the sack don't fake no sh**
[Verse 2: Asher Roth]
Pa** me the ball
Ash to the Roth
Mark Madsen, I'm the last to be called
Asher, you're on
Trash minutes, dog
One dumb bad pa** and I'm fast to be gone
Cut cla**, punk a**
Ask and he'd cough
Run laps, fun fact, laughed when I saw
Harold and Maude for the very first time
Should have been signed from my very first rhyme
Rhyme for a cause
Rhyme all because I can talk, I can walk, I can breathe, I can smoke on the weed that I need to evoke all the thoughts that I wrote all alone in the zone in the John
Tall as Vince Vaughn when I'm laying on the lawn
Pa** the popcorn, yeah, we smoke marijuana
Kinda want mom's, maybe it's chicken parm, wait
I think I'm wrong, let me get a gin and tonic
Sonic, spitting something similar to Sonic
Street Fighter 2, motherf**er, you, who want it?
You could be Ryu, I'll just come with E. Honda
Hundred Hand Slap when I get in that vagina
Light up, let me get a pint of apple cider
Better than me getting head brighter than some
Vitamin, you're in for a treat, Wall Street
When that bull speak heat, raw meat, all me
Fall feet first when that car seat's on lean
Party hard like I was Chris Farley