[Intro]

Y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah

Y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah

Webby!

See I'm trying to get drunk as fuck tonight man

[Verse 1]

You see I’m back here to rip another throwback jam

They’re like damn, I don’t know how Webby go that HAM

Lift your shirt up, baby girl, show that tan

Skin covered in cartoons, but I’m a grown ass man

I don’t care about your name, when I’m steppin’ to you

All I’m 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 it’s true

I need my medication renewed I’m 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 I’m losing my grip

Maneuvering quick looking for a huge set of tits

And beat it up sorry babe but you'll 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 I’m proving it bitch

[Chorus]

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 can’t tell right from wrong

[Verse 2]

Holy Moly, Webby’s here

Hit a house party, drink every beer

I’m just tryna find a girl real sexy here

And if you’re not DTF hit the exit dear, ha

I just say what I say, I’m drunk as hell, fuck it

I’ll even take a grenade

Just give me a fat bitch and a bottle a day

As long as I’m drunk, you’re never gonna hear me complain

Hey, hey, I’m the last Beastie Boy

With my dick in a girl’s mouth like a squeaky toy

In a pitbull’s grill, rip shit still

Hole in my brain from all of the E pills

I’m a motherfucking crazy dude

Eatin’ baby food, a turkey dinner with some gravy too

First place in a race, I’ma cross that line

So lock me up doc, cause I’ve lost my mind

[Chorus]

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 can’t tell right from wrong

[Verse 3]

See Webby comes back with the horse play

A liability, at least that’s 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, I'll 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 don’t care if they be black or white

Or tan, a blue, a green, I still smash it right

Make it hot, I don’t 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 don’t even give a fuck if they got some teeth, ha

[Chorus]

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 can’t tell right from wrong

[Outro]

Damn, I'm drunk man, fuck!

Couple forties deep and shit

Webby's Lab, as always you know

Cooking up that crack rock

Ha, shouts to Obie

Aight man, I'm fuckin' outta here dude