| Well, I shot some deer, then I copped some beer
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| And did a show up in West Bubblefuck somewhere
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| Due to rap’s wider ratio, satellites to Nato
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| Hillbilly drawers flew on the stage like tomatoes
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| Apparently more mack than I thought
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| Unfortunately, wife piece back in New York
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| And I’m starvin'
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| Being human and open with
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| A mad fine hillbilly woman was scopin' Rick
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| Thought entered how to lean and bent it
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| Though I’m not gonna lie, I was extremely tempted
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| (To what, Rick?) To discharge in a sister
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| Next thing, in the dressin' room, «Pardon me, mister»
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| Yes, I said cautiously, «Crazy, but possibly you could sign
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| Your name on the back of these Dazy Duke shorts for me»
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| Try to resist, now girlfriend startin' it
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| The pen won’t write, «You can press down hard on it»
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| Now, my hand browsin' her South end
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| Spun around about to shove my tongue in her mouth when
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| (Rring!) Loosen the grip my hell had
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| My girl, she was talkin' so nice I felt bad
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| Being untrue, no tellin' what it might do to her
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| «I love you», forced to say, «I love you back, too» to her
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| Any thought of gettin' pussy was doomed too
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| «You got a wife?», anniversary comin' up soon, too
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| Got off the phone, cock just got mute
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| «Don't get me wrong, it’s not like you’re not cute» (Uh-huh)
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| I’m wrong for mistreatin' her, the wantin' to skeetin' her
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| «I understand, goodbye, it was real nice meetin' ya»
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| What an angel overcomin' his wrongness
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| The moral I am tryin' to get across in this song is
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| If goodness is what you’re fillin' your soul with
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| And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with
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| Who keeps no secret, like who they creep with
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| Realize early, it’s a 2 way street, kid (Say what?)
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| If goodness is what you’re fillin' your soul with
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| And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with
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| Who keeps no secret, like who they creep with
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| Realize early, it’s a 2 way street, kid
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| Casually seatin' with some thick chords eatin'
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| With my album playin' at a big board meetin'
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| «I love this!»
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| Being the coolest and the ruffest
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| A big willie woman pulls the Ruler in her office
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| And fixed a wedge in her garment, unsteady my heart went
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| 'Cause her office looked like a three bedroom apartment
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| Poundin' was inevitable
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| She said to me, «Rick, I think your album is incredible»
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| The way the hon' upon I, comin' on a sun I
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| «You're so darn sexy with that patch over your one eye»
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| «Well, I’m glad you think it’s boomin' and I catch ya
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| Means a lot to me, comin' from a woman of your stature»
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| I mean, who could resist the Don head?
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| Start caressin' Rick private, kiss me on the neck
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| And I can’t be held accountable if down her gown I pull
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| Girlfriend pussy look plump and poundable
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| She sweats to set the emperor
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| Put one of your legs up on the desk and let me enter ya
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| Fantastic, though I start to act drastic
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| When I see my weddin' band 'pon the bitch left ass cheek
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| Deep down, she felt that I tried to diss
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| I’m like, «I can’t do this as much as I’d like to, miss»
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| An angel overcomin' his wrong, kids
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| The point that I am tryin' to get across in this song is |