There was a night of not one pound, but three,
The only human to finish 3 pounds of Wig Nuts was he,
Yes, you know, his name was Matty,
Me and You met because we both thought he was a fatty.
But that was a time almost 4 years back,
Where all we would do was drink, party, and mack.
Oh, wait, that’s the way we will always stay,
Because we have not changed at all since that day.
We are there to hold each other when we cry,
Yet, other times were screaming at each other to “go die!”
Overall we make a pretty good pair,
We even take turns at cracks (thats the first shot outta the bottle) , cuz that’s only fair.
When we go out its not to casually chum,
When we go out its to down 40’s of rum.
However, in the end, we always seem to manage,
We’ve even come up with our own god damn language!
Im not sure either of us have great street smarts,
But we both sure have awesome sweethearts!
When they walk by, girls stare in a trance,
They would jump right on them if they had a chance,
Those are the girls