Knuckle Up

Y'all been poppin off at the mouth bitches (yo shut up man) We didn't want to do this (had to do it) But we had to do this (knuckle up) [Chorus: repeat 8X - gradually getting louder] Knuckle up son, knuckle up son (knuckle up) [Stu Stone] Sick of all the haters, now that we made this Y'all ain't actors, you're bitch-ass waiters I need a refill on the coffee, make it quick I don't need to see your headshot, you ain't legit I don't need to read your screenplay, it reads like shit Take off the {?} man you make me sick What the fuck you doin out son, it's Tuesday night Holla at your boy Ashton, I'm ready to fight I've had 1 beers, 2 beers, 3 beers, 4 I'll, pushy your coochie 'til you're ready for more Call your boy Dax, tell him we're ready for war Me and J Keezy gonna settle the score [Chorus] [Jamie Kennedy] This Hollywood shit, maaaan, it's got me twisted Up, Colin Fields in the club and I missed it? Who's this motherfucker, he ain't A-listed I take his bitch, then I kissed it, I'm filthy Cause I'm tired of readin about that stinky leprechaun Oh he's so cute - even better as a blonde C'MON~! Is he really that good? I seen his sex tape, I musta misunderstood He drinks, he smokes, he curses - OH MY! Bring him down my spot, I'll jack him in his eye And if I can't, I'll get my bodyguard to do it And if he can't, I'll get Stu to run through it [Chorus] Oh-hey, hey-oh! {*4X with "knuckle up son, knuckle up son" getting louder*} [Chorus] [Outro] (Oh-hey) YEAH, STU STOUT! (Y Keezy) 2017 bitches! Man, let's get some soup