Crowd Control Video (MV)

Busboy, Busboy, don't mess with my buzz, boy
Lust in my veins, don't wanna end in night in cuffs, boy
Busboy, Busboy, don't mess with my buzz, boy
Trust in my cane, I'll lynch a bitch up if I must, boy
You're getting too close, take a step back
Or I'll teach you 'bout Zen to compliment your knapsack
I don't like to take it slow, looking for a lap dance
Grinding on my pole like she don't understand the candidates
Bitch got crack, no cap, no cannabis
Snap like a Kit-Kat, butt fat, adamant
But I'm admit, I became bored like upper management
Tried to direct her, she ain't a freak, can't handle it
Dick flopped like a sandal, tryna wake up my banana and
She performed CPR, it didn't go far
Turned cold feet to fast, DDR
I'm getting my ass out of this bar
Don't give a f*ck if that's your girlfriend, have your pornstar
In honesty the floor feeling like tar
I'm stuck because I don't get why we are
In this position, wish I could say sorry
But she's the one who came to me
The one running spilling Coors on her jeans
Not out of the ordinary for a whore
Thighs ripping at the seams, acting much more than friendly
I'd lie and say she wasn't bending
Over my dick, with her thick lips
We didn't kiss, but I'll let you fill in the blanks
The message is that your gf's a skank
Take away her pearls, her jewels, and her name off your bank
I hope that I'm someone you'll thank
Abstaining from ending my night in the pink
But I think that my dude had one too many drinks
He followed up with a swing
Didn't do nothing, he missed and all I heard was a thud
F*cked up his hand, fingers covered in blood
At that point, shoulda ran, but his head's in the mud
He pulled out a knife and that shit ain't a dud
Make a white girl scream but I ain't wearing uggs
I ain't a pussy, won't call the police
Shoulda tossed away my keys like Hugo Lloris
Punched through this cheek, now I'm seeing his teeth
He dropped to his knees, and I hit a tee, pussy ass
Busboy, Busboy, don't mess with my buzz, boy
Lust in my veins, don't wanna end in night in cuffs, boy
Busboy, Busboy, don't mess with my buzz, boy
Trust in my cane, I'll lynch a bitch up if I must, boy