Brew Akbar

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Louis Logic & Skitzofreniks - Rap

Brew Akbar

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[Verse 1: Louis Logic] I slip liquor, 'til I'm one lit nigga Who likes to grip sisters up and give 'em tit twisters A bit sicker than chicks pissin' standin' up So the press better jet if they don't want their camera's crushed Into sand and dust, scammin' us? You're a lunatic Passin' up caviar pussy for the tuna fish Punitive steps fall on ludicrous heads Along with numerous threats that Louis expects To wet the palate, heads will catch a mallet My special talent is drinkin' til I forget my balance Never challenge a cat with nothin' to lose Let alone never think of touchin' his booze I'm just in a mood, the premise of which Is touchin' some boobs and wettin' my dick So when this nigga here gets ya, with some beer nourishment It isn't peer pressure, it's just some beer encouragement [Eddie Bones] When it comes to drinkin' I make moves without thinkin' Word mumblin', stumblin', the breath stinkin' Quick to put my dick in ya girl and a friend Yo this rounds on me, but I'ma hurl at the end Yo, cause I'm the type of guy that likes to drink I might act real wild and spend a night in the clink Wake up the next mornin', drink a 40 at church Find a shorty to flirt, put the bone in a skirt Me and my man XL turnin' foreign lands Always reppin' at a party never pourin' cans And if you snorin' man, you better watch out Cause when I'm finished, this bottle gonna break in ya mouth When we break in ya house, we goin' straight for the freezer Whether it's beer, champagne, even Tequiza I don't care They call me "Ebeneezer" cause I don't share I'm puttin' kegs on my Visa [Checkmark] Ayo Charlie Bawls always pounds beers To drink you under the table so you can suck my dick while you down there 'Round here we stock bars, party like rock stars Double fisted, doin' donuts in parked cars Head spinnin', sittin' on a keg grinnin' X, E, me and Louis rep engines Send ya herbs with flames spittin' words at dames We bang Bartles & Jaymes 'til it slurs the slang Ya heard the name This here's that drunken flunky shit Wake up and drink a beer when you're really hungry shit Run ya money bitch we got a fully stocked bar Bruh, praise Red Star, Brew Akbar Fuck a cop's car, got a box ridin' shotty Find a fox tryin' to party, this cock, shinin' for me Grind ya body for the greatest drunks of all time Rockin' beer goggles until the hogs are all dimes [XL] XL and Checkmark, back in the lab Half in the bag, shit face fallin' outta cabs We been laughin' at you kids for years Enemies, shit talkers, friends drinkin' these beers From grain alcohol to Vics 44D Vanilla extract to shots of Listerine I drank the malt liquor and everything in-between And got ways of gettin' intoxicated never seen Violence, alcohol, drugs and rap Go together like Jaysaun bongs and 20 sacks You cats are lightweights, we play for high stakes Alcoholic when I don't drink my hand shakes Told y'all on Chemical how the X get down With Wild Bill punchin' kids in they face so lay us down Throw the empty cans down and order another round XL, drunken flunkies, representin' Boss Town [Scratches] "My advice" "Tipper, Heineken to Miller" "Alcoholism"

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Credits

Writers
  • Checkmark
  • XL Eagle
  • Eddie Bones
  • Louis Logic