Drinking Song lyrics

Start this night out right so I don't fall on my face
I got some rednecks wit me ready to get drunk and shoot the gauge
They got 6 shots of tequila and half a bottle of Bacardi
The bottle came from ????????? when we left the bonfire party
They constantly asking fo mo tryin to pour me up a shot
Incredible hulk mixed wit vodka and a scotch on the rocks
Crown royal wit coke a bud light my eye balls a float
So much fuckin liquid in me gotta hit the pisser fo sho
Keepin up wit hill billys actin silly drunker then shit
This might compare to the smokin song but pimpin this is not it
This is my drinkin song so you know what you gotta to do
Drink twelve or twenty one or what ever you do just don't stop at two
This is my drinking song and there ain't no rules what you waitin on
Pop a bottle, pour yourself a shot or even brew your own
If your gonna drink might as well drink until you hit the flo
After you hit the flo get yo ass up and pour a couple mo
Aight I'm aight listen to my words I've done drank up half the bar
And still yet a slurr I've heard
I looked down at redneck he look like he was about to hurl
Brother robby actin similar but was spinnin like the world
Now real rednecks can get drunk like some shit I've never seen
Ten shots bud light fo chasin ready for round eleventeen
Demolition derby's at the races rodeos and Beale Street
When ever legal liquor sold white folks will meet
But we all want to get fucked up and when I say we
I'm talkin about every nationality on this G.L.O.B.E
And some do some don't some might like it some won't
I'll tell you what I love is so much I'm fucked up right now bro
We jump in slappa's car don't worry this foo wasn't drivin
The outcome would of been ridiculous and we wouldn't of survived
Believe it or not I was the most sober of the five of us
Liquor in me got to piss again I feel like I'm bout to bust
Good thing we got off the exit fo me to handle my business
I jumped out to drain my lizard and god as my witness
I see a truck load of moonshine hiding behind some trees
Wit the keys in it and nobody around
Know what this mean we fittin to get drunker and crunker
And then make us some cheese from Mariana Arkansas
In the woods back to Tennessee
Then sit back start anotha good ol'boy fraiser drinkin day
In the back of a Chevrolet pick up shootin of the gauge