Wax - American Beer lyrics

[Intro: Dale Firebird] God Damn, man It's about f**ing time you got to my song on this f**ing mixtape, man Bunch of bullsh** songs, I don't like that sh** I'll show you sissies how to really get down, man Mic check, Turn my headphones up, sumb**h I'm a set it off like this man [Verse 1:] I don't drive no God damn Subarus I prefer Chevy's and Fords (Fords preferably) And you ain't gon' see no f**ing moose on my bottle (f** Canada) You gon' see a Clydesdale horse (Damn Right) Do what you want in your house, but don't bring that sh** here (Don't bring that sh** in my house, man I'll whoop your a**) I'm God fearin', p**y f**ing, hunting for deer And I only drink American Beer (I ain't saying you can't do what you want It's America, do whatever the f** you want, man Just don't do it in my house, it's my freedom) [Verse 2:] I don't like European people And I don't like the way their beer tastes And if you bring that sh** to my house on football Sunday I'm a break them bottles on your f**ing face (Take that you f**ing Frenchie) Do what you want in your house, but don't bring that sh** here (I don't want to see that sh** in my refrigerator either) Understand me right now, understand me real clear I only drink American beer (I don't want none of that sh** in my house I'm offended by that sh**, It's f**ing disrespectful) [Verse 3:] I drink Budweiser when I'm fishing And Coors while I'm hunting for duck (Best when it's bow season, man) And you can prepare your sissy-boy salad I'm a skin a 12-point buck, fool Do what you want in your house, don't bring that rabbit food here (I just don't want to eat it) My meat freezer stocked for the rest of the year I only drink American beer [Interlude:] And last Sunday, I was down there at Criarberry Farm, man Brought my bow and arrow with me, k**ed me a f**ing raccoon Took that sh** back to my house f**ing smacked my wife in the face with it She fat, she don't care, she can f**ing barely move She skinned it up, made potato salad, and some raccoon dumplings [Verse 4:] I don't want no God damn soy sauce I like my catfist well done I tell my wife to cook it and to make me a sandwich With mayonnaise on my bun (And some ketchup) Do what you want in your house, but don't bring them sushi rolls here (Put them back in the sea where they belong, man) I'm God fearin', p**y f**ing, hunting for deer And I only drink American Beer [Outro:] Whoooo-wee, That's what I call real music (See that makes my heart tingle) Tell it like it is, something that's got a point to say (Reminds me of the music I listened to growing up) I write about my life, my experiences Not all this hootin and hollerin about going to the club and all that You know what kind of club I go to? I go to the kind of club where I kick everybody's a** I do like Mexican beer, I'm lying a little bit