all big letters but it isn't no acronym
smacked the thin grin off a chin for crack smokin
leave this track back broken
chrome grown men doin business with anglo sax and them
lackin swing but that banjo's so relaxin
hackin axes in the wind pretend it's just a pen
see if you could pencil em in
mention men their honor fenced in
feel real genuine ballskin
not to call the whole crowd out
and you know who you are like a shout out
place em in your loud mouth and taste em like a pastry