Lyrics:
Macho City
Macho City
Macho City
Macho City (Macho City)
Welcome to the entertainment
Here now are the facts (Macho City)
Presented by
STOCK AT SCHOOL
I GUESS A FLANNEL SHIRT AND HOLEY JEANS
ARE THE COSTUME OF A FOOL
THANKSGIVING WE HAD LUNCH MEAT AND BREAD AND MAYONNAISE
AND DADDY
man's land
The highway ain't much fun
Days and nights are passing by
And dirt is all I see
[Chorus]
Motorfucker
Is what they're calling me
It's
shoulda' will be
All I sigh how Can I live a mediocre
Life and not ever ask you why
Are we hear specifically not mundane
But a gifted people
We must shine
and again and again, oh
S-P-A-M, don't you know its my best friend,
S-P-A-M, oh, again and again and again and again
So go on forget your O-S-see-A-are
style, wile, look away
Where are you tonight, while I want to say
I've been kidding myself on an on, all through life
You'd think by now I'd have some
slow
Welcome to corporate hell
Your bottom line is detonating my soul
Office politics are getting out of control
Welcome to corporate hell
You can't
on the fake shit so I ain't gonna beg for love
Gally love me anyway, Big Shelley and I wet it up
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake
All that
Tell me father, is there something you can say
Tell me father, there's gotta be a better way
'Cause dreams are clouds that seem to slip on through
COLEMAN LIGHTS CHARCOAL GRILLS AND A BIG BLUE SKY SPARE RIBS SMOKIN THE WINGS ARE HOT LOOKIN LIKE A PARTY IN THE PARKING LOT CHORUS TAILGATE TENTS
them troll me as much as they want on the net
See me in person and shit their pants had the glock in my bag
Big shells in my wap what makes you think ima
by John Williamson
Real country people in their prime,
Livin' in New South on Queensland time
He's a stockman, likes raisin' sheep,
Likes
and trouble
Are passing me by
Your days are numbered
It's your turn to cry
No time for losers
With nothing to say
Sunshine and blue skies
Are heading my
fighting-ass is dead
So are you if you try that shit
Got thirty on me in a dingy-ass Nike fit
When they hand the bag off, boy
You ain't got time to blitz
Granny
small
You need to build big or
Build nothing at all!
I know it's not politically correct to say
But diving boards are tiny and well
Kind of gay i won't
a princess was freed -
Do you think that she was feeling stuck?
And from the depths of the heart they spoke of a shark
So big he ate kozmik dust
In
She want some fun, yeah
Fly her to London
Ayy Royce, you did it right here
Doubled up my bankroll (bankroll)
Gucci socks, my pants fall (my
How many niggaz fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace lil nigga this is heaven for a g
I'd be a liar if I told you I that never thought of death
like Chubby Checker
The boy's versatile, I got styles by the piles I got more piles of styles than lawyers got files
Got flavor, more than big shavers
blazin Hip-Hop and R&B quick
'cause it's simple and plain, now can you sit and complain quick
When we payed the way for you to get in the game chicks
now?
Got big twirlers in the A now (grrt)
No Lil Boosie, you get fade now
No ocean, you get sprayed now (splatt)
Headshot, leave him face down (baow)
And it makes me think of you
Orange light through fingerprints
Smeared over your glass
Let's fill them up once again
Years gone by now, I think I'll
And it makes me think of you
Orange light through fingerprints
Smeared over your glass
Let's fill them up once again
Years gone by now, I think I'll
the screams
Got my rusty blade, all the same
Just to make you bleed
I'm a cop killer, big thriller, I was made by Frank Miller
Black and white, you see
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