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Slick shit man that's all we do hoe
That little homie let me talk my truth
Made an Instagram for my cat
And my cat doesn't even rap
And got more
WHISKEY LULLABY
Writers Bill Anderson, Jon Randall
RECORDED AS A DUET BY BRAD PAISLEY AND ALISON KRAUSS

She put him out like the burning end
More Beaver

(spoken)
Ladies and gentlemen Brad Paisley on lead guitar
Bet you can't play the pianer
That's why he's nominated for entertainer
up in paisley form
Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian
Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra style
From the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal
Congratulations, now you are free
You have earned your degree
Yeah, you've graduated
This is your last separation from me

There'll be no more trying, no more
In world news today officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan alias Scarface must be stopped 
After being monitored by secret service agents for two
clubs
Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs
Equations are drawn up in paisley form
Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian
Deep as a Nautilus, you
through it, mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it
My life is gettin too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm
Love me self I possessed
More like to death
Yigga yaw
Yes sir mister upfront crutch
My level is seldom seen
Few and far between
Dem folks they
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
In world news today officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan alias Scarface must be stopped 
After being monitored by secret service agents for two
not even by a bad soul
Fuck Jed and Chad, it's Jay, Prince, and Brad
Ain't enough bullshit in the states to come stop this
Rap-A-Lot Mafia shit, yeah
your bitch will be rollin with me
So to ladies and everyone throughout your crew
Give a smile in the mean watch out
This dick is for you

[Chorus]
I,
I was born in the town of Paisley in early 1960
And placed in the care of an old eternal bachelor
A strict disciplinarian, a passionate antiquarian
Once again, this is it
Smut Peddlers
Tearin' up the industry
Sendin' kids back to the lab for more practice
Once again, this is it
Smut Peddlers
heard in clubs 
Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs 
Equations are drawn up in paisley form 
Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian 
Deep
Love me self I possessed
More like to death
Yigga yaw
Yes sir mister upfront crutch
My level is seldom seen
Few and far between
Dem folks they
to hold that shit 
Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit

Give 'em the full clip 
These niggas is bullshit
Been talkin' big six but scared
a sad case, still want to test mine? 

Yeah this is Brad's race, and here comes the next rhyme 

You shoulda thought, before you stepped into
the bed head 
Who is it? (Fred) Who? 
Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door 
By that time someone jumped in the window 
Now what the fuck was I do?
had a customer you had him for life 
Cause Brad the true hustler granted you right
Cause if you gonna pack leaves then you got to get along
and he who
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
You know the boy Brad is down wit us
The boy Big Mike still down wit us
Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk
Niggas in the southside down wit us
Fifth
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
satisfaction.
Pumping out albums like reverend run is pumping out children; here's another one
Catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland.
I'm bound to be