Bottoms Up

Hey, who's coming with me To kick a hole in the sky? I love the whiskey Let's drink that shit till it's dry So grab a Jim Beam, J.D., whatever you need Have a shot from the bottle, doesn't matter to me 'Nother round, fill 'er up Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up This is what it's all about No one can slow us down We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out (Bottoms up) Hell can't handle all of us So get your bottles up Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out 'Nother round, fill 'er up Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up Bottoms up So grab your best friend And make your way to the bar But keep your distance We're gonna light it on fire We're drinking Black Tooth, 80 proof, straight gasoline Slam as much as you can take and hand the bottle to me 'Nother round, fill 'er up, Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up This is what it's all about No one can slow us down We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out (Bottoms up) Hell can't handle all of us So get your bottles up Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out 'Nother round, fill 'er up Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up Bottoms up This is what it's all about No one can slow us down We ain't gonna stop until they throw us all out Hell can' handle all of us So get your bottles up Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out This is what it's all about No one can slow us down We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out (Bottoms up) Hell can't handle all of us So get your bottles up Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out 'Nother round, fill 'er up Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up 'Nother round, fill 'er up Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up Hey, bottoms up