These donuts are deliciousSon of a bitch!We got a 10-94 on Hines Road, requesting backupRepeat, 10-94 on Hines Road heading southboundI'm in pursuit!Pick up, pick up, daddy's in the pickupGot so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccupsYou don't want it with me, sucker, just look upBeer flyin' in this mothafucka like bird shitRan these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, bitchCrook as a picture on SundayMy maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your HyundaiChevy's up, we got low lives and bow tiesUp shit's creek, I'll take you for a boat rideStick his head in the water, now let him flap his lipsMotormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll TideYou're playin' golf in lightning? So am IDressed in a tin man suitDrinkin' a tin can too, that is 110 proofMan if I only had a heart for you bitchesI'd get down on my knees and help you dig them ditchesBut mama only raised HellSo when you're done diggin' that ditch, bitch, bury yourselfPass me that Colt 45I'm partyin' 'til my fuckin' throat sore and dryI'm goin' downAww man you gotta love itI'm on my wayHey mama, all around the town they're sayin'"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"I'm country rich, no budgetGot to get paidHey daddy, all around the town they're sayin'"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"You drivin' drunk, better lift your seat upCause cops pull us over just to fuckin' meet usCause Marshall's a Rap God, damn rightWell, then I guess that makes me JesusSo turn this water to whiskeyWatch the dirty south go from dirty to filthyHigh class only means stoned in schoolJoints rolled up bigger than pony stoolSmoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal's brownSo what I got spokes on this bitch, and?The lift kicks like climbin' into a spaceshipUFO's, unidentified flyin' OldsmobilesAnd mobile homes, amenI can still smell the kerosene leakin'I should've seen the signs, I was blowin' upEither in a trailer home or a pickupHey, Bubba, your baby boy is in big troubleI fuckin' ran through a briar patch and got cut upNow I'm wide open in front of the whole townI bled for the game, I guess it's obvious nowI'm goin' down now, he told me wear it with prideYou wanna take the hard road you gotta cherish the rideMost mothafuckers won't jump to embarrass the flyCan't build a legacy up, then let it perish and die
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These donuts are delicious
Son of a bitch!
We got a 10-94 on Hines Road, requesting backup
Repeat, 10-94 on Hines Road heading southbound
I'm in pursuit!
Pick up, pick up, daddy's in the pickup
Got so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccups
You don't want it with me, sucker, just look up
Beer flyin' in this mothafucka like bird shit
Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, bitch
Crook as a picture on Sunday
My maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai
Chevy's up, we got low lives and bow ties
Up shit's creek, I'll take you for a boat ride
Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips
Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll Tide
You're playin' golf in lightning? So am I
Dressed in a tin man suit
Drinkin' a tin can too, that is 110 proof
Man if I only had a heart for you bitches
I'd get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches
But mama only raised Hell
So when you're done diggin' that ditch, bitch, bury yourself
Pass me that Colt 45
I'm partyin' 'til my fuckin' throat sore and dry
I'm goin' down
Aww man you gotta love it
I'm on my way
Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"
I'm country rich, no budget
Got to get paid
Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"
You drivin' drunk, better lift your seat up
Cause cops pull us over just to fuckin' meet us
Cause Marshall's a Rap God, damn right
Well, then I guess that makes me Jesus
So turn this water to whiskey
Watch the dirty south go from dirty to filthy
High class only means stoned in school
Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool
Smoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal's brown
So what I got spokes on this bitch, and?
The lift kicks like climbin' into a spaceship
UFO's, unidentified flyin' Oldsmobiles
And mobile homes, amen
I can still smell the kerosene leakin'
I should've seen the signs, I was blowin' up
Either in a trailer home or a pickup
Hey, Bubba, your baby boy is in big trouble
I fuckin' ran through a briar patch and got cut up
Now I'm wide open in front of the whole town
I bled for the game, I guess it's obvious now
I'm goin' down now, he told me wear it with pride
You wanna take the hard road you gotta cherish the ride
Most mothafuckers won't jump to embarrass the fly
Can't build a legacy up, then let it perish and die
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