dorky louse you get sorely trounced
movin up from the 32 now youre fuckin with the forty ounce
the whore is out -- youre wifes out here man
and you konw im gonna hit it cause i aint queer man
you hear that? thats the sound of beer cracks
feel for the cap and let the seal crack
peel back the lid and take a fuckin sip
or hose a hoe with malt if you with that ruckus shit
quzzle it gulp it, chug or pull
drain the 40 till your fuckin stomachs full
drinkin and drivin, bendin corners fast
dont let the forty splash or start pouring on your pants
indiana ridin trips, 64 to pilot whips
silence bitch cause im on the violence tip
i like it sick rhymed quick ill bring it to ya
if you come up dead i aint pourin shit but ill drink it to ya
thinkin brutal, i fuckin fight savagely
blows to your dome have you dizzy like high gravities

when i hit the malt i start hittin fools
slittin fools from ear to ear and smokin mad kools
ghetto menthols go well with malt, for real tho
big bear is real dope, blue bull brings me up when i feel low
if you can see bro, then you aint had enough
get blinded off 8-ball till you talk shit and grab your nuts
start a fight hit somebody with brass knuckles
watch me blow up in your face like the challenger shuttle
ides special brews and mad dog to suppliment a quart
drinkin malts at the pad i call it the forty fort
trippin over bottles and smashin em off the fuckin wall
cases of ballantine in my cellar, thats how i fuckin ball
pour p-stock in a bag and pump it intravenous
fill it up with gallons then dump it out my penis
camos got me illin, i despise that poison
seen your man with the schlitz, grabbed your boys bull
he tried to smart mouth me, so i slit off his lips and toungue
dro at 80 an eighth, that shit ripped my lungs
system on bump, listenin to three six i aint done
fuck some GHB, i just pissed in your mug

interstate malt hunts in the road on the reg
your wifes a tall cunt hit the hoe in the head
four-oh could turn ya dead if you drink enough
malt liquor will burn you if you think ya tough
brough on by crazy horse
beer drinkers get hit up, blazed with crazy force
if you drink miller, youre about to get malted out
speak up you get called out, feelin strong now you fallin out
you wont be the last and you definately aint the first
to feel the effects of malt you faint or the herse
to pick up when you sick up your dinner
malt gangstas! you thought we were just swillers
old style cant get you lifted like old helium
what you know about powermaster or the colt preimum?
what about lowenbrau malt liquor i had hand delivered
straight out milwaukee, my man chuck hilbert
international network or drunks and collectors
hit the club flexing, crunk, ready to wreck shit
heres a bit of advice from the 40 oz crew
dont slouch dude, stay on your toes or well pounce on you
