Tekstovi: Rehab. Southern Discomfort. Kick My Ass.

High on cocaine drunk drivin' in the rain
Goin' north in the southbound lane
Holdin' pain golden grain Danno Malone's the name
Railroad crossing I out run the train
My temper is fire and propane
In my chest gotta flame a collage of photos is in my brain
Hey that's insane should I bend over and let the world gang bagn
No shame no game no pain no gain
Or raise my neck and let the vampires position their fangs
or be a pussy that hangs from a beam and swang no thanks
I gotta an old truck I'm the king of touch luck from where ya
bluff you get your card
Plucked and get fucked up, ya get fucked up

C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn
You wanna fight me?
You wanna try me?
You wanna fight me?
Hey, then kick my ass
I come forth abortin' babies beatin' seals wearin' a fur choppin' down

trees sprayin' aerosol cans ozone defficiency
Just wanna make sure everybody hates me
conforming mics into unbiodigradable toxit shit and don't posses
I am the anti whatever you are alien drunk at the bar Junkie misfit
no guilt about it rebel without a cause
Just to sever ya fuckin' claws and ya biblical laws
That really ain't got jack to do with Psalms

No officer I won't calm I won't vote
I won't participate in hands across America or any area in fact
It's all good fuck it

Naw fuck you the most brilliant thought you had today

I had when I was two bitch
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn
You wanna fight me?
You wanna try me?
You wanna fight me?
Hey, then kick my ass

Every bit of me's hostility and I'm rediculous got a knife let's see
if you're tickleish
I will pull yaw jaw completely out ya head
and when ya kick my ass make sure that I'm dead
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn

You wanna try me?
You wanna fight me?
You wanna fight me?
Hey, then kick my ass