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i light fires in your cities every night as you sleep i'm like a white zombie baby, i'm an astrocreep a motherfuckin loser but still i got sweets mad fuckin lyrics over bomb-ass beats like helter skelter i be comin down fast bitches come around, get a dick in your ass don't step in more shit than ya wanna get on ya i got mad game from here to california on a mission, bitches be dissin me, dont piss me off cuz they can't cope, my rhymes are dope y'all can all fuck off comin live from texas so you cant compete you introduce me to your girl, now shes workin the streets for easy jesus, the derelict dont put up with no disrespect i'm much more than what you'd expect i'll break your motherfuckin neck, proper fuck the cops that hawk me, right like g.g. allen they ain't never gonna take me alive statutory stories never make me back down i drive a cadillac bitch straight up the blue mound i be frontin motherfuckers tryin to walk with a limp not a playa hata fool, i'm easy jesus the pimp and i'm psycho like no other motherfucker Letras de cancionesand i'm psycho like no other motherfucker and i'm psycho like no other motherfucker fuck you, i am white trash i sit you up like sid vicious smack your ass like heroin smokin weed constantly yes indeed i do it better than most i get ghost after committin the crime polish for the parents and jump the fence then i'm back in my ride i'm a outlaw, a microphone is my gun and like the trenchcoat mafia i wanna kill someone mothafuckas panic cuz they know i'm satanic i dont give a fuck about nobody, understand that statutory stories never make me back down i drive a cadillac bitch straight up the blue mound i be frontin motherfuckers tryin to walk with a limp not a playa hata fool, we some god damn pimps beat up from the get-go, born in a good times van my nuts in a sling middle finger on my hand i pop some shit and then you pop a clip think you're packin nuts it's time to wrap it up and flip the script no matter where i'm from this scum is number one to get under the velvet rope and watch the bitches flock in tons - holler, holler for the gold collar, scholar from the school of hard knocks another day, another dollar had to bother all the brothers; that smother the nasties that hover - a bone is picked, you know i got your number hillbillies from dixie, trigger fingers that are itchy got my back attack if a cat tries to get with me raised on hank jr., tennessee whiskey and tattoos in a cradle with my rebel blankie singin the blues daddy was a rolling stone and a felon crystal meth and my sister was what he was sellin statutory stories never make me back down stompin hard with my honkies never makin a sound fuck you pussys that forgot about poor white trash and if that ain't country, i'll kick your ass fuck you, i am white trash! From Letras Mania