| «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 |