[Scripter]

I guess it's time to start a new thread
I been beaten half eating been torn up in shreds
I been joken with old country folk an
I guess I am a country growin bunkin
I bumped my head snored hit the knob on door an fell outta the bed
an caught the clawn hammer that fell offa the bureau the claw end
it lunged deep in the back side of my head
I guess I coulda been cheddar bob
or not been such a slob
an had a better life
or at least knew a beast from the east
but instead was nothing but the subtle type
I kept bobbling with head wobbling with butts bouncing with my eyes coming outta my head
not happy with one better choice
but I do have remorse for at least a few things that I've said
and haven't said...
fuck you assholes get a life?
naw I already said that in fact I said that twice
so shred that squash it burn it
and stab it with a butter knife
I kept my head up no matter what the weathers like
while bungie cording jumping like rerecording
around my neck like the cord of life
to be caught up pissed that my own families dissing I ain't 50
tell me what a quarters like...
yeah I know I'm white...
but been bored with script kinda skits though
he kinda like the board or type
you can see through
he got flow the more he writes
sell those records like there prototypes
hes frodo no fro do come on you know the ring is right
you already know do he knows how to bring it an
keep singing solo with depth so low
that han solo would again be losing sight
I'm a firewalker like I'm Texas ranger walker
but more deranged with saws and chains razor blades and Stevie Wonder
the solo type