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