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Still on that ass likeHandcuff's up in ya likeHand-puppets make a mute hollaYou should've jumped in that Impala homieRefrigerators never seen ice babyNot vanilla, not a breeze on the hillWill make a flame grab a chinchillaQuite like the words I built up toFuck guppies, I see food and I hush puppiesSo give me that king crabAnd I'll break its shellYou seen that?Well fuck 'em if he don't take it wellSo crack the top off that hot, shaking aleAnd say "free Young Struggle" who's not making bailHe got popped by the fedsFuck the cops! Take an LFuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spellI'll pull up to the gateAnd we'll skate on these country faggotsAnd until then, fuck 'em, they can have itSlumerican meansSlum American breedGutter raised with worldwide dreams, yeahPut your hands to the skyLetras de cancionesI'm a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger nowYeah I'm a landslideI'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' downPut your hands to the skyI'm a ready made partyI'm whiskey in a bottle nowLalalalalalalalalaaI'm whiskey in a bottle nowStill on that gas likeThe bottom of my signature shoe, 'Bama redI'm on that ass like Alabama did LSUGoose egg, oh lordBible Belt raised in your mouth like a cold soreRoll Fords? Nah roll tide and roll ChevysMy momma rolls jointsSmoke rolls off of the tipDaddies a rolling stoneI'm rolling in shit with these pigsIn south sideWho you rolling with in the sticks?With hair weawes and air streamsCigarette stained wallsFuck, I can barely breatheSpittin' shotgun pelletsOut of my fuckin' chili bowlBut am I a hill billy? NoI am the truth behind these fuckin' illusionistYellin' redneck, you about as red as the color blue isCall me a redneck, and I just tattoed itBecause of the abuse and I use it as therapy in musicSo..Put your hands to the skyI'm a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger nowYeah I'm a landslideI'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' downPut your hands to the skyI'm a ready made partyI'm whiskey in a bottle nowLalalalalalalalalaaI'm whiskey in a bottle nowStill on that grass likeJohn Deeres this yard is already cutYou can't get no work here, uhYou fags thought it was swag you was stealingIt turns out I got no peersJust years of street smartsSo here you go retardsCome hit this bulls eyeI’ll give you three dartsOne, my last album floppedTwo, it wasn't my timeThree, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online(Lalalalalalalalalaa)But guess what?(I'm whiskey in a bottle now)Fuckin' right, I'm agedI’m Dirty Three, I'm not a child who plays with rap to get a pieceDon't clap, for no MC who's wackThen get a free slapFuck out my car and I'm smashed in a CapriceI’m Jack sippin' stillWhippin' wood wheelsTruck on steriodsIllegal to play ballBut dammit how good it feelsDrop that black cardPark in the backyardBaby fire up the grillIt's party timePut your hands to the skyI'm a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger nowYeah I'm a landslideI'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' downPut your hands to the skyI'm a ready made partyI'm whiskey in a bottle nowLalalalalalalalalaaI'm whiskey in a bottle now From Letras Mania