I'm the mother flippin' rhymenocerous My hops are stacked And hop oil on my back And I'm fruity, I'm fruity If you choose to proceed You will indeed concede 'Cause I hit you with my NZIPA flavours The passionfruit stampede I'm not just sweeter, I'm approachable, domesticated I was raised by a hop and rhino that dated And subsequently procreated That's how it goes Other brewers diss me Say my palette’s sissy Why? Why? Why? What? Why exactly? What? Why? Be more constructive with your feedback, please Why? Why? Why? 'Cause I’m less beastly? Smoother, so you can consume at your high tea Hey, ho I'm the motherflippin I'm the motherflippin'