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and McLeans
Gateway Motor Freight , Transport, Vikings
Dixie, Ohio, and Trans American Some
East Texas, Mason Dixon, Watkin and Transcon
Wilson Associate got
From a old time college degree
And when I walked by I heard 'em
Saying he was something to see
Well now don't you know that I'm the American Son
die)
I was built big and strong on the state's best apple pie
I'm better than them limey pin-heads in Europe-why
12 gauge in their back, hell would
redneck and I just refuse to die 
(He won't die)
I was built big and strong on the state's best apple pie
I'm better than them limey pin-heads in
They got lies so big
They don't make a noise
They tell 'em so well
Like a secret disease
That makes you go numb

With a big ol' lie
And a flag
I got 36 expressions!
Sweet as pie to tough as leather
And that's 36 expressions more than all those Baltimores puttogether.
So 'stead of just
their backs snapped
By 12 inch pressure of financial bigotry

You know I've still got pride in who I wanna be
I don't wanna be like them, I just wanna be
my people insist on hidin' the American dream 

And it's like the home of the free 

And mom's apple pie 

I got whiped for the meltin' pod 

I
don't know why, can get by on a natural high.
My high is the strength of my nature it's a good vibration, now, feeling sensation.
CHORUS
Who was born
You bougie hoes like, That's What I'm Looking For
Do, your moms think I'm a hell of a guy
Pussy, you don't get it like American Pie
I scar deep
tolling
For the D's keep folding
Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb
By the jet black blur
Me, the Testarosa running like it suppose ta
Don
They can't hold us back

You've gotta live your life by Saturday
Or remain just another American tragedy
Where will you go? What will you do?
Don
Hey, can we have your autograph?
My autograph?
I'm nobody
But wait a minute

I've got 36 expressions
Sweet as pie to tough as leather
ya want is what the rich people got
'Cause the people need power too
There's only lousy jobs run by slobs
And ya get paid crap for what ya do

Sellin'
You're a modern day saint but you're still gonna die
You're a M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-are-why
A contaminated slice of American pie
You're
killed

In this American dream to get some cream
You're ownin' a Beem and your face in magazines
12 O'Clock maintains in the game
Bring the Pain to smokin'
they want is a piece
Of the pie that you keep
Is that too much to ask of those who lay the concrete?
Still laying on concrete
Pop, Pop by police
beef
Violence is more American than apple pie and Soul Train
Baseball, nickel-plated nines, and cocaine
It's Ill Bill, Non-Phixion
If I offended you with
through the whole track
The track is banging by its self
Know what I'm saying?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don't want
To fuck with me
They don't want
I'm saying?
We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track
The track is banging by its self
Know what I'm saying?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don
don't never get a piece of the pie
Work 50 years, retire then die
Stay po', rich folks is the criminal
but you don't want to hear me tho' so
thank God
Or the sheep who cried wolf
And threw the deadly hoof
While the wolf was asleep
I keep my mind a ghost
Follow my heart the most
Don't play fools too close
all good, and that's the truth
Thangs ain't goin' like you think they should - it's all on you

I don't care about what you think you see
The thangs
they stay in tha street
I'm only fuccin wit tha real niggaz, they playin fo keep
When tha streetz in yo whole blocc wit them 2
I'm old-skool ? play by
you
We got that chronic chronic, we got that wateva u do

Put ya hands in the sky, stick up, pick up piece of American pie
Wat kind of car do ya