Lesson number one: break into the rum
Drink it from the bottle 'til your face feels numb
Then drink it down, with some beer we persevere
So raise your glass in the air, 'cause the party is here
Lesson number two: go and down a few
Gotta keep it all rolling with the devil's brew
So pop the top and suck it up, let your body lose control
Bottoms up, hands up, get that bitch on the pole
This ain't the last time I'll survive
My wasteducation keeps me alive
Check your conscience at the door
Grab a seat, it's time to pour
This ain't the last time I'll survive
My wasteducation keeps me alive
Check your conscience at the door
Class in session, listen to the teacher
Lesson number three: drop her down on her knees
She's such a tease, but you know that she was born to please
So go down
Vision's blurring, words are slurring
She was having fun before you feel asleep in a hurry
Lesson number four: pick yourself off the floor
Gotta throw up so you can party some more
Your lights out
Gotta bust and hit them switches
Down the Guiness, so we can roll on these bitches
Don't slow down, crush the Crown and the Jim Bean
Malt liquor crime scene, stained with JD
Liquid lessons that we riddled with Gin
Jose, Captain Morgan, now we summon the horseman
Drink mother fucker drink,
I said drink!
Drink mother, drink mother fucker!
Drink mother, drink mother fucker!
Drink mother, drink mother fucker!
Drink mother, I said DRINK!
