I’m a country boy, straight up out the sticks, bubba, white trash hillbilly, but I keep it trill, bubba, gotta blue collar, jacked up like muddy wheels, I’m a certified holler boy, you know I’m mud whippin’, c-cow tippin’, f-frog giggin’, you know the bidness, I got a .30-06, my aim on point ain’t missing, certified redneck I’m the definition and I ain’t got no time for your city slickin’

I like my whiskey neat and I like my coke with rum, and I like them jacked up trucks going round’ playing in the mud, so if you’re out there looking for me, I’ll probably be, getting tore up, just getting tore up, getting tore up..

Yeah, I’m just a hick from the sticks boy, they start’na say that Shane fella got some rizz boy, Phat Bob Harley rolling round on my big toy, when I pull up, it go skrt, yeah they say I’m sick boy. Got an attitude from Memphis you can call me Elvis, won’t find me hanging round them crackaz that be hella jealous, see they just mad cuz they ain’t me and I’m a handsome fella, and they be on that b.s. but that’s not what I’m sellin’, cuz…

I like my whiskey neat and I like my coke with rum, and I like them jacked up trucks going round’ playing in the mud, so if you’re out there looking for me, I’ll probably be, getting tore up, just getting tore up, getting tore up..