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again
Garth must be busy

He'd always sign, when the show would end
He'd grab a pen and stay all night long
Till the line was gone
He says he's
me frown
I need some music from Guitar Town
Come on play me a country song

Now Garth Brooks, he is on top
Alan Jackson's got his own juke box
caller ID
I'd take her call immediately
Ten Thousand Angels couldn't get me off of that line
Garth Brooks called dang near a hundred times
But I was
big shot for Garth Brooks .
Oh durn it. 

When Cledus opened up the hood he said: 'I'll be a son of a gun'.
And didn't long to figure out why
love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back

In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge
ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black
Cause you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac

I'm a get snuffed,
Okay
I am going to attempt to drown myself
You can try this at home
You can be just like me

Mic check 1, 2
We recording?
I'm cancerous
So when I dis
So when I dis you, you wouldn't want to answer this 
If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus 
I strangled you to death and I
so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black
'Cause you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac

I'ma get
So when I dis you, you wouldn't want to answer this 
If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus 
I strangled you to death and I
make 'em dance like I do
(You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?)
The thing what's funny is
Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me
Cuz I'm
make 'em dance like I do
(You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?)
The thing what's funny is
Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me
Cuz I'm
and drowned
And the next minute you're put back on land

Now nothing again can be quite the same
I gather my fears and I throw them away

Luck, when you hold me
with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black
Cause you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac

I'ma
Get back, get back again and again 
I 've been here since I can remember when 
My life is a boat, being blown by you 
With nothing ahead, just
disappearing from me
That's not what I call funny
+A grand don't come for free+

[Chorus]

Oy, soaked to the bone in me jeans
You want me to stop?
I
far from shook, I deal with smart crooks
You know the name
Switch up the game like Garth Brooks
Like ten cars, from Tahoe's to Windstars
I been hardly
when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave"
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls 
like
when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, shallow grave
This pretty little thing come up to me
And starts kneadin' my balls like
Joseph Brooks 
So many nights, I sit by my window 
Waiting for someone to sing me his song 
So many freams I kept deep inside me 
Alone in
back again 

I cruise around in a rag top ride
Make me feel alright
Make me feel alright
But now I got no one by my side
Make me feel alright
Make
That you'd go around here again
Oh, sweet sanity
Come and free me
From this ball and chain

Where are those years

Come on, come on
Where are
K-H-J Los Angeles!
Portions of today's programming are reproduced by means of electrical transcriptions or tape recordings
You can hear the music
Put you in a chameleon, 0-4 Range
Still sexy, when you smoke that flame
Jerk you like a chicken, when you throw that thang
She got me hotter than
Drop it to the flo', let it go when you roll slow
And I love it, when I hit it from the back
And you get on top of me, and have a brother going oh-oh