Lyrics:
piggy, his house is made of wood
He lives in a chicken-turkey-piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his sister and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck
bakers!
Loud Packs & Rappers! We smoking em by the acres!
I know they won't like it but they just gotta respect it
Sometimes I can't let it slide,
Think it's for your safety
Think it's for your safety
Mind is going brazy
Mind is going brazy
My mind going a hundred miles an hour
Can you save me
But I
Parody of "Man Of Constant Sorrow" (Traditional)
New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd/Chris "P. Cream" Clark/ Cledus Crap Anthems(SESAC)/Of Music, Inc.
Took me for stupid
Only now I soon realized
Just the work of cupid
It was never true love
But merely a shove
A push and above
I was falling in love
Soon
been the devil, man
I send a demon where you sleep, take your life it never mattered
Same shit that they said to me, so I'm livin' by the facts
Ain't
major
Always on di go mi no gazer
Money haffi mek nowadays yah
Cause mi nuh beg boy favor
I'm smoking weed by the acres
Henney mi a drink no chasers
Hot
cloud is coming... back again
So take me back three hundred years
Well before the droids have stolen our hearts away
I'd fit in with the pioneers
Working
somethin hit me
When it's poppin I breeze quickly
To ya door step if ya coppin at least 50
Never mix my feelings wit my dealings
I'm house shoppin' for wood
You don't like me
Well, then fuck you too
I don't need your one for my two hundred views
Yeah bitch I'mma bump right through
I don't make clean songs
Hundred miles yeah we going by the hour
Just let me know can I fuck with you
Cause babygirl I want to get stuck with you
We can have some lunch or brunch
thats why keep sending these letters
Promethazine and woods just to help me feel better
Lifes been hard wonder how easy it is when you die
If you cant
just see me now
You stuck by and rolled
Watch me break it down
Shorty make it drop like a range top
Pulling up and popping curry in the pot
Baby cold
They mow them in two days, 100 years from now we'll pay for that mishap
With another motherfucking hurricane bitch slapped
[Chorus]
The crop circles
and blow
Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by
head I'm overloading
There's not enough time I'm soon going be exploding
Yea roll me up the wood smoke this pain away
I'm kinda happy that we got to make
on my instruments
Hopping over fences that they put in front of me like imma immigrant
What's a 100 million dollars
When we all dead
And it's all bullshit
Ok uh
Space out on weed not the paper
She roll my tree by the acre
In love with DeadPool and Cable
We Fuck to Hulu not Cable
I'll do that pussy a favor
the revolver
Aim at my head like the target
Enough of that talking (enough of that)
Og go right in the wood
Lick it like envelopes spark it
Gave me a boost
should
By your side in the cabin in the woods
By your side in the cabin in the woods
Let me start off by sayin this
I mean no hate with the words I Spit
I love everyone in this story
But I gotta speak my history
One year ago we sold
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speed
I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)
This is my weed, this is my world
Don't get mad
I don't care if you feel me
Fuck that
I'm trying to touch a 100 milly
Big stacks
I'm trying to touch 100 billy
Mogul status
Want to see 100 trilly
already chosen, interwoven and we lean
When I say I'm living large
That means I'm feeling too small
On a farm with a hundred acres man, I could own it all
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