Lyrics:
blast
Why do all these people keep on talkin' trash?
'cause, 'cause you know that we was built to last
The Adventures of Shaky Bonez, the Intruder
A.k.a.
of a all white Wraith
With the inside interior seat
Color of hot gravy have it lookin' like a
Dinner when I'm drivin'
My grip like my dick
It get bigger when
What I grow pays my bills ya know I ain't ashamed
Some folks say I'm just plain mean, some say I'm insane
A low-life redneck plain white trash who's
It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with
through
To teach important things to you
He'll teach you things you won't forget
Like numbers and the alphabet
(pic of Herry monster in red-white
pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats
Was painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
Eva since I was a kid knew I was a lil different
Mama always said that I danced to my own rhythm
Started by gettin it poppin clockin pots in
Donald was living a joke as it seems
The Great White was being picked apart by the fiends
Begging "I'll give you the moon and the stars"
They laugh nearly
Pile of cash, trash
Pinched into a butterfly by a rubber band
Where are you my brothers, that I may share these spoils?
Where are you my sisters,
culture
But if a white man acts too white, he's white trash
He's a racist, he's a bigot, he's a monster
Let's just have the conversation
Not every
move
Tools I got take a nigga out his shoes
Tools I got leave a nigga on the news"
Unc' said, "Papi, you a bad man"
He went back to digging in the trash
fight infections
Do the trash collection and deliver the mail
And we're all (and we're all)
Delivered by the Bloodmobile
but
I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred Sanford and welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never
a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter's bad for my health, but
I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred
Built in the belly of junk by the river my cabin stands
Made from the trash I dug out 'the heap, with my own fair hands
Every night, I'm back
Built in the belly of junk by the river my cabin stands
Made from the trash I dug out 'the heap, with my own fair hands
Every night, I'm back
Damn backwood smoke got a nigga float, huh
Ayy, thanks, foe
You know what I'm sayin', foe, I say
Backwood smoke make a nigga float (Woo)
Good trash
TMT fuck white supremacy
Cocaine cracker than a honkey tonk
Trailer park trash can't trap house
Star line, all black everything
TMT fuck white
with?
White chick, top floor
You're white trash, you damn whore
Don't try, bitch, yo' song shit
Bye, bitch, you basic
Can't stand the sound of your voice
There's a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh, the snow's pure and white on the earth rich and brown
Just
Another Sunday
a Somali chick
She tryna find out what this molly is
Know the blue and whites hoppin' out
That's why I put my work by the fence
That's why I hit
WHITE KNIGHTS
(Music/lyrics Wulfmeier)
It's The end of May got a .38 and a Shotgun by the bed,
cnd the wind's blowing warm
Holding hands and walking
.jpg/220px-Edgar_Winter's_White_Trash_(album_cover).jpg "Edgar Winter's White Trash")
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