Wax (US-MD) - American Beer

Song Rating: 8.59/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro: Dale Firebird]
God Damn, man
Its about f**ing time you got to my song on this f**ing mixtape, man
Bunch of bullsh** songs, I dont like that sh**
Ill show you sissies how to really get down, man
Mic check, Turn my headphones up, sumb**h
Im a set it off like this man

[Verse 1]
I dont drive no God damn Subarus
I prefer Chevys and Fords (Fords preferably)
And you aint gon see no f**ing moose on my bottle (f** Canada)
You gon see a Clydesdale horse (Damn Right)
Do what you want in your house, but dont bring that sh** here
(Dont bring that sh** in my house, man Ill whoop your a**)
Im God fearin, p**y f**ing, hunting for deer
And I only drink American Beer

(I aint saying you cant do what you want
Its America, do whatever the f** you want, man
Just dont do it in my house, its my freedom)

[Verse 2]
I dont like European people
And I dont like the way their beer tastes
And if you bring that sh** to my house on football Sunday
Im a break them bottles on your f**ing face (Take that you f**ing Frenchie)
Do what you want in your house, but dont bring that sh** here
(I dont want to see that sh** in my refrigerator either)
Understand me right now, understand me real clear
I only drink American beer

(I dont want none of that sh** in my house
Im offended by that sh**, Its f**ing disrespectful)

[Verse 3]
I drink Budweiser when Im fishing


And Coors while Im hunting for duck
(Best when its bow season, man)
And you can prepare your sissy-boy salad
Im a skin a 12-point buck, fool
Do what you want in your house, dont bring that rabbit food here
(I just dont want to eat it)
My meat freezer stocked for the rest of the year
I only drink American beer

[Interlude]
And last Sunday, I was down there at Criarberry Farm, man
Brought my bow and arrow with me, k**ed me a f**ing raccoon
Took that sh** back to my house
f**ing smacked my wife in the face with it
She fat, she dont care, she can f**ing barely move
She skinned it up, made potato salad, and some raccoon dumplings

[Verse 4]
I dont want no god damn soy sauce
I like my catfish well done
I tell my wife to cook it and to make me a sandwich
With mayonnaise on my bun (And some ketchup)
Do what you want in your house, but dont bring them sushi rolls here
(Put them back in the sea where they belong, man)
Im God fearin, p**y f**ing, hunting for deer
And I only drink American Beer

[Outro]
Whoooo-wee, Thats what I call real music
(See that makes my heart tingle)
Tell it like it is, something thats got a point to say
(Reminds me of the music I listened to growing up)
I write about my life, my experiences
Not all this hootin and hollerin about going to the club and all that
You know what kind of club I go to?
I go to the kind of club where I kick everybodys a**
I do like Mexican beer, Im lying a little bit

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 10:04