Try to imagine a bumpy ride in the back of a beat up old pickup truck, on a deserted dusty road in the Deep South, while you got a splinter in your sphincter from old Zeke's dilapidated outhouse and you might be close to the pleasin' pain of this burinin' brew. IDIOT BOYZ is primed with lots of smokin' hot habanero peppers, sweet onions, garlic and fresh squeezed lime juice, with just a whisper of sweetness, and finally a little extra kick in the kiester from Chile extract to bring ya on home.
