Hopface Fillah

When we hug these mics we get busy. Have a good time B-A-T-C-H izzy. Make you snap your fingers or wiggle. Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle. Shake that body, make ya feel naughty. All in moderation or you'll feel sorry. Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying. Big juicy, fruity notes on the nose. Itty, bitty tender tartness for ya mouth holes. Cascade Aus, Vic Secret the main one. Princes of the game, riding shotgun. Kettle, whirlpool and dry-hop it like a pale. All contenders dated, like chain mail. Y'all at the start line, I'm beautifully finished. Crowds never diminish. I am Cherchez La Ghost of beers past. Recalling mighty healthy days of gym class. Who Apollo kids I am the champ. They say I'm a killer, ol' Hopface Fillah! Show Less