Whistle Dixie (Barker Travis)

With a full of trash straight to the ocean All black benz is slowly rolling Head light's off don't be the chosen Thinks it's a game then drop the token Up shits creek without a paddle That's just life I'm in the saddle No rest no bitch we don't tattle Snake's don't always shake the rattle Yeah All these cops they want the qouta Too much hypo coca cola Lucy smoke oh yeah you know her Shes that bitch who rest in nova Took that bite to bit the apple You know me I'm hard to tackle Break me down homie you wish You couldn't catch that fish with golden tackle Yeah Give me give me till it's empty Too much money isn't plenty It's not enough it's not any Come come on just choose the jimmy They all want to bust a nut in Drop the bomb push the button Be the king, be the sultan Some of this shit is so insulting Break the broken make the chosen Choose the loose then roll the tie get down and soak with Gas the gap and light the match and leave you smoking Choking on the fuse the latest news, life's a wicked Life's a mystery and please don't be the witness To the sickness they'll just end it with it Something death and warm from the step of country fresh Yeah Yeah Country fresh Yeah Yeah Yeah Country fresh