Lyrics

Yo the early bird gets the worm Put a sizzler in my stomach now I gots to quench my thirst My lyrics fuckin plummet like a summit in reverse I put the box on backwards I'm dyslexic with my words I don't give a fiddlers fuck about a little bit of germs I be pissin in the woods when I'm flaggin on a curve I be shittin in the woods use my shirt to whipe a turd I be pukin in the woods when I'm hungover and I burp I wake up before the crack of dawn leave my girlfriend undisturbed Walk into the bathroom take a piss and sniff a perc Blue-collar work hurts orange & lime green shirts Steel toe boots safety vests hard hats and dirt Every day I wake up angry as fuck I shoulda went to college because my job sucks Now all I can do is laugh laugh like I'm nuts Kuz I'm in too deep and now I'm just stuck Stuck like this truck What the fuck I don't care about your problems I got enough of mine I don't give a fiddler's fuck shut the fuck up and stop crying We're all grown men around here grow a fuckin spine If anything offended you then you need a thicker hide You need to grow a pair of balls and show them fuckers off with pride Then tell em all to suck your dick you can try that on for size Obscenities just fly at my five to five I took a compound fracture to the ankle like a dagger Some guardrail toppled over fell than threw me off the tractor I was hopping all around just like a legless dancer They put it back in place with a plate just like my dinner I gotta Percocet prescription than I thanked my doctor Then I took a year off on a workman's compter Whenever the weather gets a little bit bonkers It swells up and hurts like a mother fucker Cocktail in the blender nevermind the bender Hey there bartender make my martini stiffer I hitter in the shitter than I gave her that Tex Ritter It smelled just like some minnows on the tips of all my fingers I gave this lonely widow every inch that I could give her Her husband died from cancer and she gives me his painkillers Nobody keeps it real no more but Davey dips deliver's Double middle fingers raised to all you fuckin quitters I don't care about your problems I got enough of mine I don't give a fiddler's fuck shut the fuck up and stop crying We're all grown men around here grow a fuckin spine If anything offended you then you need a thicker hide Grow a pair of balls and show them fuckers off with pride Then tell em all to suck your dick you can try that on for size Obscenities just fly at my five to five
Writer(s): David Ware Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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