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