No I'm not tryin' to be rude,

 

But my lungs are feeling ‘ew’

 

The trail led us through the stew

 

In a neverending loop

 

That's why I'm all up in yo grill

 

Tryna get you to circle

 

You must be a football coach

 

The way you getting those down-downs

 

 

 

So baby gimme that beer near

 

Lemme give you that drink drink

 

Runnin' her hands through my 'stache

 

We were gone in a dash

 

While we felt that beer splash

 

 

 

It's the remix to the eagle

 

Running like it’s illegal

 

Do Her Well rolling that ass

 

Working hard on her Kegels

 

Sippin' on Hand Pump’s rum

 

We’re like so what we’re drunk

 

It's SFH3 baby

 

We’re about to have us some fun

 

Down Down Down Down Down Down Down

 

Down Down Down

 

 

 

Can’t Eat Pussy’s on the trail

 

Dick Ass is on his tail

 

Just Doesn’t Get It took the wrong turn

 

But still got beer without fail

 

Chicken Bone Her’s got a feelin'

 

No more hopin' and wishin'

 

She’s gonna take that trail map and

 

Fuck those eagles when they’re bitch’n

 

 

 

So baby gimme that beer near

 

Lemme give you that drink drink

 

Runnin' her hands through my 'stache

 

We were gone in a dash

 

While we felt that beer splash

 

 

 

It's the remix to the eagle

 

Running like it’s illegal

 

Tuna on Top calling crimes out

 

Finding staches’ tall and regal

 

Udder Moron took a cut

 

The Perfect Woman took a Coit
Who’s Your Daddy tripped them both up

 

Sneaky marks made him strut.

 

But it's SFH3 baby

 

We’re about to have us some fun

 

 

 

So baby gimme that beer near

 

Lemme give you that drink drink

 

Runnin' her hands through my 'stache

 

We were gone in a dash

 

While we felt that beer splash

 

 

 

It's the remix to the eagle

 

Running like it’s illegal

 

Good Shit’s got the angle

 

Fuck Norris flew fast as seagulls

 

Mouthin’ some sweet white balls,

 

Muff Daddy said were too small

 

It's SFH3 baby

 

We’re about to have us some fun

 

 

 

It's the remix to the eagle

 

Running like it’s illegal

 

Backside Banger’s PTA trick

 

Roman Shower’s gonna steal

 

But Rent Whore has a tip

 

The Guzz opens his lips

 

Asks of Dick Simmons

 

“Think my mustache is gonna slip?”

 

 

 

So baby gimme that beer near

 

Lemme give you that drink drink

 

Runnin' her hands through my 'stache

 

We were gone in a dash

 

While we felt that beer splash

 

 

 

Massive Cock Check from down under

 

Might have made a blunder

 

Trading shirts with Vagina Dentata

 

That might have made us wonder

 

But then Princess Labia

 

Told a joke that’d slay ‘ya

 

And The Uniballer’s Pre-K crafts entertained us all night

 

And after the circle it’s the on after

 

And after the on after it’s another on after

 

Then you take it to your home and let the vomit spatter

 

And when you wake up you know deep down that nothing else matters.

 

Down Down Down Down Down Down Down

 

Down Down Down

 

We gonna trash it up now.