Ken Kaniff - Buy U A Beer lyrics

[Intro] (Oh my god, who is that?) (Is that who I think it is?) (Oh my gosh it's Kenneth Kaniff, I can't believe he's in my cla**!) (I wonder if he has a girlfriend) [Verse 1] Ok I'm still in high school and I'll be lucky to pa** I'm real good at most subjects but I'm s**y at math (Do you need some help with that?) My algebra cla** is past the last door on your left At the end of the hallway near the bottom of steps And when I get to cla** late, there's nothing but sh** I get insulted by my teachers just for running my lip I'm just trying to spit game to ninth-grade hoes Writing love letter and notes with X and Os Like this one girl who sat next to me at a desk I knew she liked me ‘cause she wouldn't let me cheat off her text And she was kind of cute too, but her tits ain't developed ‘The time she's sixteen, I bet them sh** swell up We exchanged numbers so I called on her phone Her mom's picked up and I said “Is Jennifer home?” She was screaming and yelling “Now how old are you?” “Old enough to buy your daughter a cold case of brew” [Hook] I'm twenty-one I've been in high school for six years The only thing I learned is how to buy you a beer When you're standing in line, buying a three musketeers I'm right behind you trying to buy you a beer I bet your cheerleading friends try to tell you I'm weird There's nothing wrong with me trying to buy you a beer And when your tits grow big and your zits disappear Me and you can celebrate with a six-pack of beer [Verse 2] Now what the f** is wrong with taking b**hes out for a drink They got a mind of their own, screw what their parents will think I'm Ken Kaniff, I like my p**y young and fresh I'm off soft warm women with them b-cup breasts If it ain't an a-cup or a white sports bra I'm begging an 8th-grader to get their bra down[?] Yo, it ain't my fault that I'm in algebra 2 With these freshman women who be fiending for brew See all I do is take ‘em out, I buy ‘em a beer It ain't my fault, when they get home, their pennies disappear Their parents stay asking ‘em who got them drunk But they forgot to ask who f**ed them in the back of the trunk And that was me, Connecticut-born, star-born Nine inches, thick like a stock of corn So next time your high school kid's in my cla** You'll know why your cupboard's missing a gla** [Hook] [Verse 3] All the senior girls hate me ‘cause I pay them no mind You ain't in ninth grade baby, then you're wasting my time At a grammar school it ain't drank once in your life s**ing forty bottles like dicks on Homer night I like ‘em five foot three, less than a hundred pounds With the beer belly rock hard solid around You see I found this one chick with nipples and tits That look brown and taste good like Kibbles 'n Bits She used to s** my corona till the lime was gone Her sh**'s the bomb, I had her in bikini and thongs But we never f**ed ‘cause that sh**'s against the law Ok I'm lying, I just did her once with cops involved Yeah we boned, so what, I only hit her one time It can't be illegal to say that in a rhyme It's not like I'm twenty-nine, I'm still in high school Bottom dollar every freshman girl says I rule [Hook]