meth labs & moonshine
Singer:mini thin
gunpowder lead white powder fence
hillbilly off his meds 'cause he silly in the head
thirty aught's cocked and it's right beside the bed
welcome to west virginia the home of the walking dead
jager bomb shots seem to be your neurotoxin
put your dukes up if you got a fucking problem
you ain't standing too tall
beef is on so i'm headed to the shed
gon' grab my sling blade and fucking split your head
fuck every white rapper who tries to act black
start a riot in this bitch
burn the motherfucker down
so fuck the police and start blazing on your pounds
white boy keep drinking till you drown
white trash rocking crowds
country boys across the nation loving the sound
you're softball slow pitch
dynamite under the mattress
i'm madder than a hatter is
my math is like pythagoras
louisville slugger to your face and fucking shatter this
so i can show the world what the fuck grey matter is
assault and fucking batteral
i'm sweet like i'm adderall
jesus fish mackerel was so sublime and tactical
fuck all you mcs and fuck all the battling
i hurl a pitch fork at your face like a javelin
'cause i'm all over the place like after-sex piss
start a riot in this bitch
burn the motherfucker down
so fuck the police and start blazing on your pounds
white boy keep drinking till you drown
white trash rocking crowds
country boys across the nation loving the sound
pull the okey-doke and try to take away your guns