Lyrics:
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As a referee (do do do do, do do do do do)
Crimson sunsets and golden dawns
A mother deer with her newborn fawns
All under Big Sur skies (Big
Not a deer in headlights, I ain't gon freeze up in the road
Ima get ma dukes a Rolls, fuck the commas up in stores
I be chillin rockin' crocs, but I
But in a deer stand I’m only fighting daylight
And losing sight of the worries I left behind
I’ve been stuck in a rut so I put myself in the middle
towers.
From the sound of Mount Royal’s chimes out to the Maritimes,
Something to Sing About this land of ours.
I have welcomed the dawn from the fields
We'll show them we are the true sons of liberty
Punk ass redcoats trying to run the show
Telling me what to do and where to go
Mount your horse 'cause
raw
Message for years now
They want to see my head up on
The wall like a deer mount
Yeah, but I can split a rapper's
Jaw with my sheer sound
Minimal
Dark thunderclouds He tore
Darkness sheltered His cherub mount
As down from the heavens He came
His brightness made storm clouds advance
Hailstones
was locked in man without you it's deer
I got that call I hadda fall thought this shi was a dream memeber
When we had them pankcakes to eat
That's
Pigtails ,the days of dukes
Tan legs and cowboys boots
Cornfed red head elamay fine
US Double D great A pride
Fresh off the farm
Hot off
Well daisy duke peek-a-boo
I might've learned a thing or two
On a Friday night joyride
Out there on the county line
Drag racin' 'til the blue
and I mount her on a wall
They say Mud digger
You're the fuckin' man
Shut your damn mouth
I know what I am
Baby I'm the boss
Baby I'm the boss
Ye ever
mama went off to Cancun
Stole the key to the pontoon
Summer in a small town
Cheap shades and fake IDs
Daisy Dukes and cut-off jeans
My baby's
next, Staten be the scoop
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
We them brick, flippin' niggas with Cash Rule, relax duke
Doctor bills, funerals, that's what
behind; no more sorrow, no more tears
Find a mountain and climb it with the speed of a deer
No more worry, no more doubt; take me high to the mount
I could
like Royce I'm always in a mood duke
I'm the sultan of Brunei
Dude I urge you to tone it done before my shoe fly
Don't make me lose my cool, aight
Don't
Ain't shootin' up deers, I'm shootin' at the rivals
Hide your whole army, KP, he the sniper
Put that lil' baby in diapers (diapers)
Fucked her one time
Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles
Thousands of them line the pavement
Like patient pupae waiting to become worms
Another dark night,
next, Staten be the scoop
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
We them brick, flippin' niggas with Cash Rule, relax duke
Doctor bills, funerals, that's what
hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops
Well, that night I lost myself
hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
Through a pair of daisy duke cut-offs
And one of those fruit of the loom Tank-tops
Well, that night I lost myself
hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
Through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops
Well, that night I lost myself
the Devil
I'ma rob him with six rounds and a steel
Cut his head off
Mount it on the wall by all of my deer
Fuckin' punk, gimme that fiddle so I can
Leave
that was sweatin' gallons
Through a pair of daisy duke cut-offs
And one of those fruit of the loom Tank-tops
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red
that was sweatin' gallons
Through a pair of daisy duke cut-offs
And one of those fruit of the loom Tank-tops
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red
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