[swifty-o]
pass the bottle, the one in the brown glass,
cuz im finna crack off the top and pound that,
find me kissin the brew like a proud dad,
matta fact, I drink til I spew on this soundtrack
til I drop dead, I'll tip the long neck, 
and talk shit that could be taken outta context
and don't even ask me to balance a line
cuz I kill brews 2 and a half pounds at a time
[satan165]
brother booze and the sister of fear
thats a lack of brother and cylinders of beer
if youre interested, listen with your ear
the sisters here and im glistening tears
the cheapest of the cheap, only the bad stuff
forget about bottles, you know glass sucks
like feeling steel, the taste metallic
like the chasing rabbit, ill race to have it

[satan165]
cylinders of beer, stack em high
stacked to the sky, why oh why
drink from bottles when you can contain beer round
expel your worries, lay fear down
if youre rowdy youll try to crush em on your forehead
rip beers down hard like a bitch givin forced head
dont fret, drink robotic like boba fett
rip cylinders until you go to bed
cant think straight, blown in the head
took it to the dome's end, cant lie, wont pretend
[swifty-o]
is it really so pitiful,
that I can get original and mystical
within limits of  12 ounce intervals?
Off something so fresh so sippable,
so round, baby you're so cylindrical
I wanna grab ya curves,
And pound you down til I have to burp
As long as you're down to be served
I won't leave you down and out on a curb
Once I get ahold of you I'll be livin hand to mouth, that's my word

