Beergut

My friend yousta be thin He's get

all the women We'd go kick it at the bar

But his drinkin' went too far He could see

over his belt The brotha was slim and svelte

But the gut snuck up while he wasn't lookin'

And the beer stood firm within

Beergut

Gettin' in the way of things

Beergut,

no longer can he see his nuts,

Beergut

He will keep drinkin' till he throws up

He's got the dunlap disease His gut is

troubled trapped When his gut lap over his

belt buckle My Hommie's arms and

legs are thin His Gut is filled with Heineken

40 ounce chug-a-lugs of Old English

Saint Ides Budweiser Micky's Big Mouth

Beergut

Gettin' in the way of things

Beergut,

no longer can he see his nuts,

Beergut

He will keep drinkin' till he throws up

Then we leave from the bar We go to the

homestead Get a six pack and turn on the

TV ...roll a joint and take it...

toke it to the head.

Then when the munchies take over

We will raid the convenience store

Grubbin' and scarfin' and fucked up

And the Beergut grows some more

Beergut