Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Give'em Hell, artist - Demun Jones. Date of issue: 12.05.2016
Song language: English
Give'em Hell |
| Once again |
| It’s your buddy Demun Jones |
| I got them Lac boys with me |
| And I brought my brother Danny Boone |
| Ohh no |
| Now y’all know |
| What we 'bout to do |
| Yeah |
| We give 'em hell, hubs locked, subs knock |
| We give 'em hell, gun cocked, shell shocked |
| We give 'em hell, rock show, got dough |
| A long bed truck load, now everybody knows |
| We give 'em hell |
| Rumble, ramble through the brush and bramble |
| Bribes draw blood but nothin' I can’t handle |
| Engine on the rig like garglin' gravel |
| Beam through the trees, cut through the shadow |
| When I ride I’m rollin' high in the saddle |
| Long road flowing around when I travel |
| Straight through the creek, pen with a paddle |
| One part rust, one part moss |
| Covered in dirt, one hundred percent boss |
| Came up rough, you best go raw |
| Indian pottery and musket balls |
| So trust D Jones came to bust |
| Shots if I must, nothin' to discuss |
| Lawman about it, hush the fuss |
| If not then it’s gonna be a ruckus what |
| We give 'em hell, hubs locked, subs knock |
| We give 'em hell, gun cocked, shell shocked |
| We give 'em hell, rock show, got dough |
| A long bed truck load, now everybody knows |
| We give 'em hell |
| Introducing from the great state of Georgia |
| The Loud Ass Crackers |
| Sittin' real high like a redneck boss |
| Girls climb up and the tops come off |
| Y’all know me we give 'em hell |
| When the law come up I’m 'bout to bail |
| We drankin', muddin, chillin, ridin' |
| Get on down just how we like it |
| Old Lac boys in the mud again |
| Heard of Kickin' Up Mud where they hell y’all been |
| The muddy sacks is motivatin', get your ass off the interstate |
| Jack it up or pack it up, we ain’t come here to hesitate |
| Get it in this hole or hit the road, country boys don’t back down |
| And if you got to back it up, take your city ass on back to town |
| We give 'em hell, hubs locked, subs knock |
| We give 'em hell, gun cocked, shell shocked |
| We give 'em hell, rock show, got dough |
| A long bed truck load, now everybody knows |
| We give 'em hell |
| Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy |
| Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy |
| Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy |
| Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy |
| Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy |
| Mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu we give 'em hell |
| For now I’m gonna settle set up camp in the prairie |
| Build me a fire and let the smoke carry |
| On, feel the thicket crickets singin' that song |
| Got D Jones pickin' nothin' wrong |
| I’ma sit here and kick it 'til dawn |
| Got my Bluetooth and my iPhone |
| Lookin' up at the stars, might take a little rest |
| But tomorrow do my best |
| To give it hell |
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| To give it hell |