40 in My Backpack

Ayo It's Myer fuckin' Clarity We came up on Wu-Tang If you got a 40, put that shit up in the air You know what to do, homie, crack that shit open I got Myself a 40 I got Myself a shawty And I'm about to go get lifted Drinkin' like it ain't none of your business God Damn, guess who's back again? Mr "I don't drink no champaign" With my attivan, sprinkled on the amp Got a scattered brain 'Bout as sane As these crazy motherfuckers moshing at the shows, jumping out the stage Fuck that "Top 40" we play shit you never heard about Got your broad horny, she ain't with you when her skirt is down Crack em tall forties, tape em together and I'ma drink em down Ladies & Gentlemen, Eddy 40 Hands is in the building now These kids don't party like they used to Don't suppose you got a lighter, do you? Chain smoking like I got another lung to spare *coughs* Getting stick 'n pokes in my underwear You do what you wanna, I don't wanna care Bleached blonde punky hair No VIPs, Squeegee keep it scummy, yeah Brass Monkey, grungy beer 'Rather have a bottle in front o' me than a frontal lobotomy Everybody, yeah! Got a 40 in my Backpack Tin fulla weed Party like a scum back Oh oh 40 in my back pack I'm just doin' me Can't nobody stop that I got Myself a 40 I got Myself a shawty And I'm about to go get lifted Drinkin' like it ain't none of your business Ayo, I wake up every morning to the taste of liquor I ain't been playin' with you Scrolling through this cracked screen of naked pictures Oh Lord, oh damn, she a bad one I won't tell if you don't tell, girl, yo we had fun Suck me in the bathroom Boyfriend'll be back soon Heard his band play, you ain't really missing that much Got the pierced Septum, Vans on, bumping Clash tunes Made a coke straw from your cards, too damn rude I'm bad news, I'm THAT dude Every damn night, piffin' way loud Fuck the neighbours, always tryna shut my shit down "Cops here! Cover the 'ye viles" Swig it away, swig it away now Hit em with the "Everyone on their way out." Smashing Colt, OE, Labatts 'n Blue Mismatched Docs, tank tops, tattered in patches too This for all the forgotten nights we looked forward to Sharpie on my limbs reads "What would Big Lebowski do?" Got a 40 in my Backpack Tin fulla weed Party like a scum back Oh oh 40 in my back pack I'm just doin' me Can't nobody stop that I got Myself a 40 I got Myself a shawty And I'm about to go get lifted Drinkin' like it ain't none of your business I don't drink champaign Gimme that 40 Oz Gimme that 40 Oz Gimme that 40, bitch!