gon rip it fo tha song through It's time to shine, time to polish off my game right Krunk like it's game night or a roy jones title fight Wit combinations
All the way to motherfuckin' Georgia [Incomprehensible] upto Tennessee To motherfuckin' Texas To North motherfuckin' Carolina Yeah, South fuckin' Carolina
To take all the greatest bluegrass song titles in the world And string ?em together to make this song right here 'The Bluegrass Widow' Quite possibly the worst bluegrass song
' for India But America will do" Sailed to the west You know the rest Davy Crockett went out to Texas To fight at the Alamo Old Will Travis never told him Texas
this I feel like I'mma have to fight for this I feel motherfuckers they goin' say I'm wrong I feel niggaz goin' get buck when they hear my song I feel
there Check it out Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell C.O. at my do', and I'm mad as hell Punk police cowboy from Texas Talkin some shit bout servin
I almost got drunk at school at 14 Where I almost made out with the homecoming queen Who almost went on to be miss texas But lost to a slut with much
it's hard to sleep when the lullabys are songs you don't want to miss you could listen all night long and you can't believe that you are in texas and
looking for India But America will do' Sailed to the west You know the rest Davey Crockett went out to Texas To fight at the Alamo Old Will Travis never told him Texas
go 'pop pop' through your anatomy I'm hungry nigga, I'll eat your flesh I'ma butcher, chainsaw through your spleen and chest There's a darkside of Texas
to take all the greatest bluegrass song titles in the world and string ?em together to make this song right here, The Bluegrass Widow. Quite possibly the worst bluegrass song
turn my radio up louder To hear Johnny Cash walk the line Waylon sang a song about Texas Willie's "Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain" Bocephus sings a song
's of thunder Let's get ready to rumble celebrating all night Do a song one day, while two grey fog lights Top dolla rotweiler, fighting pits no poodles
walk around with a bag full of rappers) You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh... (Motherfucker told me, a nigga from Texas couldn't make
a Rhinestone Cowboy for so long I can't remember. And I can do you every song Hank Williams ever wrote. Chorus: And I can sing all those songs about Texas
[Redman] All the way to motherfuckin Georgia To Tennessee To motherfuckin Texas To North motherfuckin Carolina Yeah, South fuckin Carolina Yeah, deep