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buck and buck buck again
I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin
I put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck again
on a 57 inch TV, that's right

Money was gone by mid-July and we went back to just getting by
'Til momma slipped on a patch of ice outside of Chick-Fil-A
go away 
And leave me all alone
Momma said to the welfare lady
Find my child a good home

I'll miss my Spring
Winter's been a long time passing
In a broken down apartment house
Lay a woman dying
By her side a little six year old girl
Who was softly crying
Momma don't go away
And leave me all
Standin' there, by the old town clock.
With my coat in my hand,
I thought I'd go for a walk
Like my Momma said "You'll never be poor",
But can
video, bust you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back,
Smack, slap,
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga

Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me
I done
started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc
Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs
Make a buck and dash, yeah
Get a little dap like
you won't turn down


Now I'll ride the meanest bronc here on this place

Stay with him 'till he bucks no more

If next Sunday morning I'll find you in
her on Silium's Hill

On a frozen lamp pole I scratch her name
With my rusty old penknife
On a empty heart
Standing by the window, is that you out
Devil in a dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I have her wet by 12 o' clock, then 3 o' clock she wet again
I'm screaming Oh
never gives 'em a tip
Well I know what he's going to do now
Take out that tape cartidge of Buck Owens and play it again
I don't know why he don't get
never get home again 

But I'll carry the songs I learned when we were kids 
I'll carry the scars of generations gone by 
I'll pray for you always,
heard my forty-four callin up on me, in that
Back again with that Manson mind
And now my blood's on that wall; all I can say is its about time

Looking up
of a junky?
The only thing that separates is who takes your money
All smile like we're gonna go buck wild
Order up a shot, prescription filled up now
Pop
like they gon' die
With the mindset of be broke or let's go get high

If the cost of livin' so crazy how we gon' get by
Gasoline five dollars, how
The mack is back
Sweeping up snack packs
Still slinging that game on the rock track
Feeling this bank and it don't stop, no
Here we go again setting
the scent of dead bodies ridin' down Green Leaf
No peace so don't get caught up with no piece
Fuck Fatburger, we cooking that real beef
Momma's mourning
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll
So I'm tryin' to go straight 
I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date 
Til the punk ass cops ran my plate 
Now I'm on a bus upstate 

"Oh,
the shit I pulled
On people back in the day
Plus, I got a little baby on the way

So I'm tryin' to go straight
I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date
Around
Go Put Ya' Pack Up, And Pick Up Ya' 4 Pound, It's Bout To Go Down
Buck Back On That Bullshit, He Even Got His Baby Momma Walkin With A Full Clip
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll
Try to drive on the highway with your eyes closed.
Try to go to church with something exposed.
Try to make a joke when you?re on your knees.
Try
Him above

It's Christmas time again and now you're home
Your family is here so you will never be alone
So tonight before you go to sleep, I'll hold