Don't Touch My Beer
If you touch my beer, I'll clap your ass
I'll swing on you with my baseball bat
You think I'm kiddin', just try me, son
Lay a finger on my brew, your ass is done
I got tripwires set, landmines in the yard
I'll go full Rambo if you drop your guard
I'll die for my cold ones, any damn day
One wrong move, and I'll blow you away
You touch my beer, you're in for a fight
I'll bury you deep, where the sun don't shine
My beer's my life, don't you cross that line
I'll raise hell on earth to protect what's mine
Yeah touch my beer, it's your last mistake
I'll hunt you down and grill your steaks
I love my beer, yeah it's goddamn true
Mess with my brew, and I'll kill you
Got a stash out back, under lock and key
Moonshine jugs, and a rifle by the tree
Ain't nobody safe, not even my friends
If you sip my beer, that's where your story ends
I got traps in the house, like Home Alone on crack
If you cross the line, there's no comin' back
I'm watchin' you all with a wild-eyed stare
One wrong move, and I'll skin you bare
You touch my beer, you're in for a fight
I'll bury you deep, where the sun don't shine
My beer's my life, don't you cross that line
I'll raise hell on earth to protect what's mine
Yeah touch my beer, it's your last mistake
I'll hunt you down and grill your steaks
I love my beer, yeah it's goddamn true
Mess with my brew, and I'll kill you
They're all out to get me, that's what I believe
I hear 'em schemin', tryin' to deceive
But they don't know I'm three steps ahead
Touch my beer, and you're fuckin' dead
You touch my beer, you're in for a fight
I'll bury you deep, where the sun don't shine
My beer's my life, don't you cross that line
I'll raise hell on earth to protect what's mine
Yeah touch my beer, it's your last mistake
I'll hunt you down and grill your steaks
I love my beer, yeah it's goddamn true
Mess with my brew, and I'll kill you
So if you want to live, better stay the hell clear,
'Cause no one, I mean no one, fucks with my beer
I'll swing on you with my baseball bat
You think I'm kiddin', just try me, son
Lay a finger on my brew, your ass is done
I got tripwires set, landmines in the yard
I'll go full Rambo if you drop your guard
I'll die for my cold ones, any damn day
One wrong move, and I'll blow you away
You touch my beer, you're in for a fight
I'll bury you deep, where the sun don't shine
My beer's my life, don't you cross that line
I'll raise hell on earth to protect what's mine
Yeah touch my beer, it's your last mistake
I'll hunt you down and grill your steaks
I love my beer, yeah it's goddamn true
Mess with my brew, and I'll kill you
Got a stash out back, under lock and key
Moonshine jugs, and a rifle by the tree
Ain't nobody safe, not even my friends
If you sip my beer, that's where your story ends
I got traps in the house, like Home Alone on crack
If you cross the line, there's no comin' back
I'm watchin' you all with a wild-eyed stare
One wrong move, and I'll skin you bare
You touch my beer, you're in for a fight
I'll bury you deep, where the sun don't shine
My beer's my life, don't you cross that line
I'll raise hell on earth to protect what's mine
Yeah touch my beer, it's your last mistake
I'll hunt you down and grill your steaks
I love my beer, yeah it's goddamn true
Mess with my brew, and I'll kill you
They're all out to get me, that's what I believe
I hear 'em schemin', tryin' to deceive
But they don't know I'm three steps ahead
Touch my beer, and you're fuckin' dead
You touch my beer, you're in for a fight
I'll bury you deep, where the sun don't shine
My beer's my life, don't you cross that line
I'll raise hell on earth to protect what's mine
Yeah touch my beer, it's your last mistake
I'll hunt you down and grill your steaks
I love my beer, yeah it's goddamn true
Mess with my brew, and I'll kill you
So if you want to live, better stay the hell clear,
'Cause no one, I mean no one, fucks with my beer
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Writer(s): Dallas Little
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