The best of show
Walked off to Mexico
With a quarter ounce of speed
Between my testicles

It’s Mickey Avalon
Up in this metro dawn
And I ain’t seen the sun
Since I don’t know when, Uh

Make it hot
Like rocks in a crock pot
Another day getting paid
At the pawn shop

The loan shop
Bet it all on a whim
Found dead on the ???
With a smile and a Winston

Oh wow, we got
Chickens now
And I betcha never ever
Even figured it out now

And live the way
As it all goes down
From the back of ya head
To the front of your mouth now
Say what you will
But you won’t say nothing
When your fancy carriage
Turns back into a pumpkin

Say what you will
But you won’t say nothing
When you talk likе a giant
And you’re small like a munchkin

Say what you will
But you won’t say nothing
When your fancy carriagе
Turns back into a pumpkin

Say what you will
But you won’t say nothing
When you talk like a giant
And you’re small like a munchkin

The coloured girls sing
Do do do do do
As their ass, touch the cash
In the soles of my shoes

I got the blues so bad
I can hardly stand
And I’ve been fishin’ for a vein
Since a quarter to ten
Board up all the windows
And lock the doors
Cause I’m the type of fella
Turn your wives to whores

Modern day apparel
For the trade - new ford??
Cross the border for a daughter
For the trial of my soul

Bought them with a barrel??
Praise the Lord, but
I didn’t get across
‘cause I couldn’t afford the toll

Oh brother
No milk in the udder
And the baby’s hungry, screamin’
Please feed me Mother

Say what you will
But you won’t say nothing
When your fancy carriage
Turns back into a pumpkin

Say what you will
But you won’t say nothing
When you talk like a giant
And you’re small like a munchkin
Say what you will
But you won’t say nothing
When your fancy carriage
Turns back into a pumpkin

Say what you will
But you won’t say nothing
When you talk like a giant
And you’re small like a munchkin

Dead on arrival
Hand’s on the bible
Decatheter dick, slit wrist
Check the vitals

I’ll be layin’ low
High class, takin’ my time
Walk down, f*ck ‘em all
Like Duval, in his prime

Oh brother
I think she’s a cutter
There’s blood on the sheets
Freaky bitch need a father

Please don’t bother me
While I’m chasing Carnegie
I don’t owe you nothing, now
I’m sending over an apology

Charlie Brown
The tender champ of shame
They tore down the poor
And the bowling Lane

Mary-Jane moved away
And the kids don’t play
In the streets no more
‘Cause the cops carry AKs

Say what you will
But you won’t say nothing
When your fancy carriage
Turns into a pumpkin

Say what you will
But you won’t say nothing
When you talk like a giant
And you’re small like a munchkin

Say what you will
But you won’t say nothing
When your fancy carriage
Turns into a pumpkin

Say what you will
But you won’t say nothing
When you talk like a giant
And you’re small like a munchkin
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