oceans rise, the lands recede Cities crumble, vermin feed We will all go together when we go, when we go (repeat 2) We will all go together when we go
help me wit my come up Damn I done made, all of yall shit ya jeans This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean You all bootleggin nigga you?s a knock
Like a Chef Purple Kushes My Bitches Wax Off They Pussy Bushes Eat Dick Like It's Delicious And Grant A Pimp Wishes She Dig My Country Talkin' She Say
I'm gonna change my method Get me a big ham bone Gonna make all the leaders of the country Get it together and bring it on home We all got to be loved
send for you and we don't want you. That's right. This is the truth, I'm telling you the truth! This is straight life but, ah, somehow we go on... We go
like all noise and . . . I don't know, it doesn't . . . wherever you go nowadays it's the same thing, all these guys they're so disgusting, I can't stand
said no one really matters to me and you're all I care about and if we stick together like fingers on a fucking hand we could make it big time in the
countries Closing all the doors Now he thinks big Thinks he's come a long way But we all know Long long way to go Barbarian He's lonely He'
:] Hey, big boy Yeah, David Banner, Eightball We out lil' derrty, E.N.T.! [Outro:] Big boy... big boy... big boy... big boy... big boy...
take it back like ? The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home and all I got in return was a dern country song This whole country wrong What would
South nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a West coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a East coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a Midwest nigga so FUCK Y
is return of the dozen mixtape, "posted by the general the fuck y'all wanna do now all y'all hatin ass nigga's get ya thongs ready we back D12. (Explosion
aint gotta sell sex, girl, it sells itself, Like nothing else Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy Aint life grand (life
send for you and we don't want you. That's right. This is the truth, I'm telling you the truth! This is straight life but, ah, somehow we go ona?¦ We go
it back like Hammer's home The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home And all I got in return was a darn country song This whole country wrong What
you aint gotta sell sex, girl, it sells itself, Like nothing else Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy Aint life grand
't gotta sell ***, girl, it sell itself Like nothing else, yeah I'm a country boy But that big city bottom fill me up with joy Ain't life grand? Live