We're running out of karma and here's mud in your eye, I guess it's you. I'm gonna love you till you die! I got a candy-coating, In a barrel of brine, I guess it's you, You're gonna take me for a ride. I'm gonna make you howl like a trailer-park wife, On the first day of her new life, Interchangeable knife!
She's a big, big brider, Got the devil inside her, Burger-cook, Back in my jeans, Hotter than a meth-lab-fire. She'll change a brother, Kickin' times, Slide it up and break rhymes, It's such a beautiful position, Got electrical vibes. Put tequila into my lime, Be the liberty of life, Just chop it up, I don't need no cook, Got an interchangeable knife, Yeah.
We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie, I guess it's you, (I guess it's you) I guess it's you who gonna cry. If you wanna make a baby, rip it out of your side, I guess it's you, (I guess it's you), You gonna spread 'em open wide. She's a rollin'-pin momma and a rational wife, Man, it's such an interesting life, International knife!
Yeah, I know that girl.
What I might be lacking in class, Make up for in ass. Try stripping down and flying, Down the interstate fast, With original sin, Dancin' for my lips when I talk, Got a shotgun rack, In the back of my truck. Pull the shift full into first, It's all ready to burst, And the second, Easy neckin', Go into third, Into fourth, Ooh!