Lyrics:
Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your tale Please do explain why your skin's so pale And you're so funky, now how can that be Like a bird in a tree
I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood Take me out, ya never could Act up in my neighborhood You better not, my aim is good The House Of Pain is not
a gun And buck 2 shots For the peckerwood rockin' Put down your glock Or your block, I'll be knockin' And dead off your shoulders Head will roll
the psychotic thriller, no peckerwood's iller Than this freckled face man with the farmer's tan If I can't bomb on you, I'm bombin' on your man Chorus: Some get
weak shit, get the fuck up outta hear Who are you, who are you! You nigger's are tryna kill me! Get yo punk ass up outta here, peckerwood
Raining down hell on our foes, Joe Peckerwood stamped by the hull They tryna halt us but we know they won't, yeah Thunder Thunder Switching position I'm
defenseless (Ahh, fuck you, ahh) Now I'm against this cop who was racist Givin' him a taste, of tradin' places And all this, 'cause the peckerwood was
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in
to roll nigga, we ain't calling on Jesus I'm calling Mad Dog for the 9 millimeters Cause I give the song with those peckerwoods to the fullest
of execution, I'm demandin' retribution First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance Peckerwood beefin' with me, they want my neck in a noose
the orders Makin' all the runs, Rakin' in the funds I always got my gun, it's the old six-shooter King of the neighborhood, crazy white peckerwood Now people
Huh! Check it out! Everybody in the house, check it out! The House Of Pain is in full effect Call me the corn fed, peckerwood, redneck cracker
it. Just do the peckerwood, come on. Man, this shit is sick .... Think it ain't? Data bank
some room Dance, shake it like a peckerwood Release it Over and over and over and over and over and over your girlfriends told U that I'm the rover but
crazy white peckerwood Now people thinkin' Danny lost his mind It must've been from all the wine man and all the hardtimes Like chillin' in the park
a low down lying Peckerwood cotton picker Don't start me on the liquor I got nothing more to say I had a little money But it all flown away
Here come the peckerwood mic wrecker I'm sweet like nectar, MC selector Come again, eat the style I'm busting You think I'm dropping acid on A super
Flip quicker than Woody Woodpecker would Either in the hood Or peckerwood neck of the woods Like, like out in these here parts Cause King Geedorah puts
off 4'000 other niggers Since 1975 Yeah, that's how many of us died And these peckerwoods ain't frontin Cause they know that we're killin each other
when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest Half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed.
had a squab with a bitch with a big-ass nose I started to knock the bitch out, but before I could I'm stopped short by a redneck peckerwood But he
when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest Half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed.
We the niggaz of earth Got to show you The peckerwoods can't stand the site of the Africans What are they gonna do when they face off with a gray
Crips want to take my All-stars Bloods want to eat my Snicker bars Them peckerwoods don't want none but the Mexican's straight own one Them Essays,
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