Knuckle Up - Jamie Kennedy, Stu Stone

Sick of all the haters, now that we made this

Y’all ain’t actors, you’re bitch-ass waiters

I need a refill on the coffee, make it quick

I don’t need to see your headshot, you ain’t legit

I don’t need to read your screenplay, it reads like shit

Take off the man you make me sick

What the fuck you doin out son, it’s Tuesday night

Holla at your boy Ashton, I’m ready to fight

I’ve had 1 beers, 2 beers, 3 beers, 4

I’ll, pushy your coochie 'til you’re ready for more

Call your boy Dax, tell him we’re ready for war

Me and J Keezy gonna settle the score

This Hollywood shit, maaaan, it’s got me twisted

Up, Colin Fields in the club and I missed it?

Who’s this motherfucker, he ain’t A-listed

I take his bitch, then I kissed it, I’m filthy

Cause I’m tired of readin about that stinky leprechaun

Oh he’s so cute — even better as a blonde

C’MON~! Is he really that good?

I seen his sex tape, I musta misunderstood

He drinks, he smokes, he curses — OH MY!

Bring him down my spot, I’ll jack him in his eye

And if I can’t, I’ll get my bodyguard to do it

And if he can’t, I’ll get Stu to run through it

Oh-hey, hey-oh!

(Oh-hey) YEAH, STU STOUT!

(Y Keezy) 2017 bitches!

Man, let’s get some soup