Apathy - Fort Collins Beer Tour (freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Edgar Wyndham] Know I'm hip a gnarly beast who hop Flow like water add barley yeast n' hops Go to the CO fort Collins is the spot On a brewery tour and here's the stops First one we got is the namesake Brewer In Rocky Mountains IBA big shot doer Beer abusers know I'm stout like the chocolate My doppelganger Bock it, ya just can't stop it May hop out maybachs I knock back maibochs Gotta hoptitude and I never spit stray shots Maybe you thought I was Billy the Kidd black Old school like 1900, never catch Z's in fact So I scream on y'all like a red banshee Major like Tom maybe why ya'll can't stand me Gotta hand it to me, nice as hell up in here So let's head to O'dells to get some more beer [Verse 2: Edgar Wyndham] Drink only high quality, taxed at 90 shilling Part Scottish like that ale I be swilling Hit the ceiling but treat meddlers with levity Cuz fermented liquid is the better bread for me We is tree shakers roll the last of the bag A cutthroat on mics, who me? I never brag Like dag, feel like I'm on easy street Or I drank 5 barrels and got greasy on the beat Kind of a friek stay in isolation like the ale Like weed pistils St Lupulin never fail My pale brethren is from across the pond Don't gotta be a pond hopper to catch that bomb Over here gotta Belgium and this one is new I'm telling you they been doing that brew A long time too, like 1554 Rampant like up in abbey lofts in days of yore [Verse 3: Edgar Wyndham] Pump the kick up and then launch like a springboard Shift into flight like a winged sword Quick to fight, we some Army Rangers Don't roll on fat tires but Trippel the danger Of staring at the Sunshine during the equinox Which is also the name of the next brew spot Where Sunrise is golden through the stratosphere Like Mr delicious made all their bad a** beer No fear for the universal, y'all is antipodal Its not my fault I'm the southern Oracle That's never ending like satellite movement Eclipse any emcee that try to disprove it They abuse it an' like Coopersmiths we build So we sample their barrels of delicious swill A hundred seventeen liters, flip tongue like Punjabi Flow like the Poudre, no amount of beer can ever stop me...