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    These donuts are delicious
    Son of a bitch!
    We got a 10-94 on Hines Road, requesting backup
    Repeat, 10-94 on Hines Road heading southbound
    I'm in pursuit!

    Pick up, pick up, daddy's in the pickup
    Got so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccups
    You don't want it with me, sucker, just look up
    Beer flyin' in this mothafucka like bird shit
    Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, bitch
    Crook as a picture on Sunday
    My maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai
    Chevy's up, we got low lives and bow ties
    Up shit's creek, I'll take you for a boat ride
    Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips
    Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll Tide
    You're playin' golf in lightning? So am I
    Dressed in a tin man suit
    Drinkin' a tin can too, that is 110 proof
    Man if I only had a heart for you bitches
    I'd get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches
    But mama only raised Hell
    So when you're done diggin' that ditch, bitch, bury yourself
    Pass me that Colt 45
    I'm partyin' 'til my fuckin' throat sore and dry

    I'm goin' down
    Aww man you gotta love it
    I'm on my way
    Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin'
    "He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"
    I'm country rich, no budget
    Got to get paid
    Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin'
    "He's goin' down, Lord have mercy"

    You drivin' drunk, better lift your seat up
    Cause cops pull us over just to fuckin' meet us
    Cause Marshall's a Rap God, damn right
    Well, then I guess that makes me Jesus
    So turn this water to whiskey
    Watch the dirty south go from dirty to filthy
    High class only means stoned in school
    Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool
    Smoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal's brown
    So what I got spokes on this bitch, and?
    The lift kicks like climbin' into a spaceship
    UFO's, unidentified flyin' Oldsmobiles
    And mobile homes, amen
    I can still smell the kerosene leakin'
    I should've seen the signs, I was blowin' up
    Either in a trailer home or a pickup
    Hey, Bubba, your baby boy is in big trouble
    I fuckin' ran through a briar patch and got cut up
    Now I'm wide open in front of the whole town
    I bled for the game, I guess it's obvious now
    I'm goin' down now, he told me wear it with pride
    You wanna take the hard road you gotta cherish the ride
    Most mothafuckers won't jump to embarrass the fly
    Can't build a legacy up, then let it perish and die

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