Ayy, ayy I've been addin' hops and dousin' pillies Man, I feel just like a hop-star (Star, ayy, ayy) All my brewers got that grass So they always be lookin' like a Rasta ('Sta) Brewin' with me, chillin' not too boozy, sessionable man, get them 5 stars ('Stars) When Behemoth pull up on your block They make that perfect Post Lager-er-er (Ayy, ayy) Switch it up, lagers are back i'm startin' sippin', "Yeah, that hits the right spot" (Spot, ayy) Come on in, we pourin' suds they ask Churly to grab a drink for e'rryone ('One, ayy) Add hop oil perfect stage prolly just made the perfect lag-er (Ger, ayy) Sh*t it's super refreshing took our recipe and gave it a supercharge Cobain on my knuckle, lager pourin', now this is my jam Dude, your glass is almost empty, time to fill it back in Sayin', "I'm in love with the brand" (Ayy, ayy) Now we playin' gotta love it, wanna grab up a few cans Hundred brews still in my mind all part of the master plan And they're all drawn by one-man (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy) I've been addin' hops and dousin' pillies Man, I feel just like a hop-star (Star, ayy, ayy)