Gimme a gin gimmy
I'll buy the boys a round
Lets get down and boogie
There’s pretty birds around
Don't be a zebby downer
And kill your blurry blown
If wild style won't kill me
Then I don’t know what will
Oh my my, we drank 100 beers
Don't look in the mirror
Your brain is bleedin' out your ears
Just have another alé
Cheers to the years
If wild style won't kill me
Then I don't know what will
If you can't find me well
I'm on top of the hill
Thanks to Dr. Eagle
I'll have another ale to spill
If wild style won’t kill me
Then I don’t know what will