[Hook]

I think they know by now that Slum-boy love that rum

I think they know by now that Slum-boy keep it krunk

I'm talking Mt Gay and that Malibou

Appleton and that Wray & Nephew

(Mt) Mt Gay and that Malibou

Appleton and that Wray & Nephew

[Verse 1]

I'ma leave her Makers Mark right here one time on the beat

Captain Morgan sailing the ship, I'ma float through all seven seas

You just had a toke of the cheese

Glass full of crook

Now man be singing in threes

Man be singing in fours

All on the floor

All wiped out know how it be

Thats why your head wiped so next thing man can't speak

I ain't have to go catch sleep

Got a few more days on the Beach

Got a few more days on the Rumbar [Silver?]

The Cockspur's calling me so pour that out

Bacardi, pour that out

Old Monk, pour that out

Kn-knock that back

Gosling, knock that back

Debonaire, knock that back

Got a shot glass under the hat

Got rum coming out of the taps

Got rum in the trap

Rum at your marj's yard and rum at your sisters flat

She can rest that cup on her back, that's her backside I'm talking about

[Hook]

I think they know by now that Slum-boy love that rum

I think they know by now that Slum-boy keep it krunk

I'm talking Mt Gay and that Malibou

Appleton and that Wray & Nephew

Mt Gay and that Malibou

Appleton and that Wray & Nephew

I think they clocked by now Jam-boss loves that vods

I think they clocked by now that I back that neat on the rocks

That Stolichnaya, that Belvedere man shit I even back that Glen's

'Til six a.m every morning my battery's running on forty percent

Eh

[Skit]

What would happen if the bottle weren't empty?

If the boys could go on drinking then the drinker looks like this

Only half conscious

[Verse 2]

Day one Cîroc

Day two Grey Goose

Day three last of the Smirnoff

This girl can't neck a shot straight straight

Eh sket that's a straight up turn off

That's the last time I ever link her lot

We've been on the rooftop bar getting burst off

I'll be on the eve of this wave try'na cotch

Now I'm knocking back shots on a yacht with the Murdochs

I want my drink served in a vase

Fuck that, want my drink served in a bath

With a garnish of circling sharks

The devils in my mind play burning guitars

Ive got two bottles of Żubrówka embedded on my rider and trust me they better be there

And when they are still never seems fair

I'm that one dickhead you've never seen share

Yeah

Got that titanium stomach

That "burst out your flesh like alien" stomach

She called me at three, I pulled up, pulled in

Pulled out, bust straight on her stomach

She caught me at six all pissed with my claws outstretched

Red handed, raiding the cupboard

Too many bottles, all radiant colours

Dust out, I'll be on the wave at your mothers

Safe

[Hook]

I think they

I think they know by now that Slum-boy love that rum

I think they know by now that Slum-boy keep it krunk

I'm talking Mt Gay and that Malibou

Appleton and that Wray & Nephew

Mt Gay and that Malibou

Appleton and that Wray & Nephew

I think they clocked by now Jam-boss loves that vods

I think they clocked by now that I back that neat on the rocks

That Stolichnaya, that Belvedere man shit I even back that Glen's

'Til six a.m every morning my battery's running on forty percent

[Verse 3]

I'm Swayze

I day drink

I'm Amsterdam with your lady

I might take the piss just because I'm pissed and go tell her to piss off baby

Coz I'm fucked off the GRM

GRM 'til the end

GRM give your boy them wobbly legs but still I go buck that again

Yo I might just go catch me a bottle

With the closest off-licence in the ends

[Roachy nut?] be all on her [breath], [breath]

[Roachy nut?] on her breath

I don't need to tell man again that rum be my worst best friend

So let me go buck man again

Yo let me go empty it out

Low let me take [system a laaaaaa?]