| It’s mc chris keep your head low
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| Stay in your car you better go home
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| Cause there’s nothin' but starch in the corn below
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| Gettin' down on the farm not on the down low
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| With a shovel and hoe you sold the land
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| With a burger and fries from the hotdog stand
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| Just the sun and a doobie and a farmers tan
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| Just an empty old barn and a bored rock band
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| Chillin at the seminole fucked up on tobacco
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| Kids dive in with Tom to go back home
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| Life’s a vacuum but here it’s wide open
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| While your busy mopin' I’m in the dark gropin'
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| Down on the farm motorcycles not mopeds
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| Dead old ladys not dreadlocked dead heads
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| Carburetor on the front lawn, lemonade on the porch
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| Luke was a farm boy before he used the force
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| word up
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| You don’t know who you are with your dope beats and your fat porsches
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| Name is mc chris I prefer back porches
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| Don’t try to file a case cause you got no sources
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| The laws on my side cause the law I enforces
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| On your stupid styles they’re just dumb
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| Tougher than leather your not tougher than my gun
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| Cause we hold our own out in the mid west
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| We don’t need gunin' law with him we’re not impressed
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| Don’t wanna run away like Wendy and Peter Pan
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| Call it the Bible belt I call it Neverland
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| Sippin' down chili dogs outside the Tastee Freeze
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| Diane sittin' on Jacky’s lap hands between his knees
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| Down on the farm with shoot the queen with a gun?
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| Don’t cause no harm just wanna have fun
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| Drink Pabst, race cars, maybe tip a cow
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| Down on the farm I’m down with a hoe down
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| Oh mc chris you’re so nice only 25 dollars
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| You say cowboy I say cow
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| If the shit goes down
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| If the shit goes down (better be ready)
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| If the shit goes down (better be ready)
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| If the shit goes down (better be ready)
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| If the shit goes down I got my six shooter
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| Get your ass outta town I’m a boosted roto rooter
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| More like Norman Bates unlike Uncle Jesse or Cooter
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| Name is mc chris I don’t miss now pass the buddha
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| Showdown at sundown Daisy Duke at my side
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| Honey says you don’t get shot I’m sure to be your bride
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| I replied hell yeah as the gun did decide
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| Sink into the soil as Black Bart grabbed his heart and died
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| There’s no way you’ll survive |