I pull up in something with some mud tires red like a Budweiser ride like a combine smoking like a bonfire

Bitch kiss me delicate I dont want no evidence bitch keep me regular or imma switch the rhetoric

Hair to to the back mask to my face bomb in my knapsack posted up at a

I aint from the a im from the hay im from the barn yard red flannel seats caddy looking like nardwar

From the lot like where the cars are reaching for this chain cut your torso where your arms are

Motherfuck a arm bar im too old to wrestle you you can be the bigger man ill stick to my weapon

Scary like a bitch scary like your bitch look she lookin fucked up dont worry you won't get your bitch