«I'm tellin' you what, I seen her come a-runnin' through the hills,
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a hootin' a-hollerin' and her titties was floppin', she was finer than peach
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fuzz with four way with a bread axe, brother!»
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«I seen…»
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Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck, a red neck
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That fuckin' red neck
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Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck
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A down south bitch with a red ass neck
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Bitch, you got a red neck
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But you look kinda straight so I’m 'bout to step
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Heard ya like fuckin' in pig pens
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Ya never see boys, so ya fuck your girlfriends
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Bitch, I know you’s a ho
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So lemme fuck you with my big toe
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Cause I don’t care what them hicks can do
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Shit, I can fuck like a chicken hawk too
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Bitch, we can take a walk
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But I hate the way you fuckin' hillbillies talk
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So keep ya filthy ass mouth shut
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And don’t say shit, nasty slut
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Bitch, I wanna hit it
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So I can drop your ass in a New York minute
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But your quick to act like you didn’t know
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Like ya didn’t know that I’m a gigolo, ya didn’t know
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Bitch, we can sit on the porch
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Swing in the chair, I don’t fuckin' care
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But then it’s to the sack, to the sack we go
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I’m finna fuck this red neck ho
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Bitch, you’s a ho and ho you’s a bitch
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Everybody know that you’s a funky, funky bitch
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Bitch, you’s a ho and ho you’s a bitch
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Everybody know that you’s a funky bitch
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Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck
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A fuckin' red neck, a red ass neck
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Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck
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Said a mountain top, cornstalk red ass neck
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Bitch, it’s 2 Dope
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Before I throw you this dick, I’ll throw you some soap
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Cause ya been in a barn all day
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Milkin' cows and fuckin' with hay
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Bitch if ya let me hit it
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I don’t care, you can play your Wayne Newton shit
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I can take a little Conway Twitty
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When I’m suckin' on a red neck titty
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Bitch, I’ll go down south
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With a piece of wheat hangin' out my mouth
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And sport a funky ass straw hat
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But after I hit it — mothafuck that!
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Bitch, I’m from the big city
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And I’m finna fall asleep on your big titty
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Yeah, it’s the farmer’s daughter
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But I ain’t gonna fuck in no swamp water
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Bitch, drop your overalls
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And we can fuck in the back of a horse stall
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You’re the ugliest bitch I know
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But I’ll still fuck ya, red neck ho!
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Bitch, you’s a ho and ho you’s a bitch
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Everybody know that you’s a funky, funky bitch
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Bitch, you’s a ho and ho you’s a bitch
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Everybody know that you’s a funky bitch
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My rap song can’t even hang
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With the wicked shit you’ve done
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You go lynchin' with your gang
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On a brother or a Mexican (Fuck)
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This shit may never quit
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Bigots may never learn (Never learn)
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I’ll cut your mothafuckin' throat out, bigot!
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Now it’s your turn (Yeah)
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Bigots in the north seem to get respect
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You know I’ll choke that greasy neck
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Step to the left, step to the right
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Aim my piece and I’ll fuck your face up
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Bitch, cause I don’t sleep
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Said, fuck you bitch, I don’t sleep
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In the south there’s a lot of good faces
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But shit, I’ma gat on a fuckin' racist
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Bitch, I can’t tell from where I’m at
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But it looks like your neck is red — fuck that!
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I’m about to step
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So I can say I fucked a ho with a red neck
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Bitch, you’s a ho and ho you’s a bitch
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Everybody know that you’s a funky, funky bitch
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Bitch, you’s a ho and ho you’s a bitch
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Everybody know that you’s a funky bitch
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(«God damn. I can’t wait to get home. My fingers are sore. I’ve been milking
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cows all day. |
I’ma go home and make me some moonshine»)
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Bitch, you’s a ho and ho you’s a bitch
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Everybody know that you’s a funky, funky bitch
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(«There we go. I’m about to- Hey, right there, right down yonder right there.
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There she go right there)
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Bitch, you’s a ho and ho you’s a bitch
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Everybody know that you’s a funky bitch
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(«God damn! You got a rubber? I say we take her behind that pine tree and rape
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her ass!»)
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Bitch, you’s a ho and ho you’s a bitch
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(«Hell no. She gon live there over the old pickup truck with that shotgun in
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the back. |
I’m straight. |
I don’t need more»)
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Everybody know that you’s a funky, funky bitch
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(«She got titties like Dolly Parton!»)
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Bitch, you’s a ho and ho you’s a bitch
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(«I don’t even know. There she go right there»)
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Everybody know that you’s a funky bitch
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(«I'ma head out after her ass and go out hoggin' down there and see if I can-«)
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Bitch, you’s a ho and ho you’s a bitch
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(«That crickbed down there. I say we go over there in that water and put one up
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in that little ass»)
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Everybody know that you’s a funky, funky bitch
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(«Alright then»)
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Bitch, you’s a ho and ho you’s a bitch
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Everybody know that you’s a funky bitch
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Fuckin' bigot |