Lyrics:
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
particular
point in time to sell out four nights in a row at the Long Beach arena in Los f'king Angeles. Somewhere
close anyway, a stone's throw down the road
to keep it, but they... when the monster came out of the cave, just over on the left hand side of the screen you
Ee about this much two-by-four attached
Hunt sabs coming to you ruin your day
You're fucking evil and by the way
Angry hunt sab come thru with the axe
And you know we coming straight for
THE HANGING OF BLACK JACK KETCHUM
Tom Black Jack Ketchum was an outlaw bold
In the high-low country of New Mexico,
Stealin' horses and robbin'
old man for whippin me to who I am
Battle scars and bike rack fights son I’d say it’s time to cowboy up
I’m from the big sky country in the motherland
He not like that nigga play tough
Get slimed out by mercenaries
Put it in reverse like terry
Niggas ratting he a Tom pull up chase his ass like Jerry,
give you three guesses
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 - Big V]
You feel the wind, don't ya?
You hear the tires squallin
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston down to New
them big cities when we meet
Cotton, cows, county roads, a creek, and old country store at the four way
And I'm out here on the road tryna make my name
We mek di big fish bleed
Bore bore him like net inna di English league
Cough coughin' like foul when di kitchen
Mi murda four more before mi finish
A lot of speculation
A lot has kept me in the background hesitating
But I can't lose that's impossible ask tom cruise
Ain't no way I can go and make
and goblins
A brand new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs
And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,
One, two, three, four five, hunt
Come along with me we'll see the country road
Hop in let's take a ride
So the time went by and some of us cried
We even made a fire
Tryna catch a ride
to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh
(shall I slip on my big shoes?)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hooray! Well blow a horn, everybody
Watch me sing baby by the big baby yeah
I brought my ring with me
Have a fling with me
Yeah
I feel pain
I feel pain
I feel pain
By the Bank
I feel pain
I
driving down by the county line ole pick up truck
Stuck in my heart on my mind Dirt Road and it
Takes me back so far in time young country I was in my
should be easier ways to get a laugh
(Shall I slip on my big shoes?)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hooray! Well blow a horn, everybody duck
Yeah. It's
at
I see irrelevance condoned by the delegates
Their regression is evident they own
What I been off
Fuck it since it's the samaritan's I sold
I'ma
to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh
(shall I slip on my big shoes?)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hooray! Well blow a horn, everybody
should be easier ways to get a laugh
(Shall I slip on my big shoes?)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hooray! Well blow a horn, everybody duck
Yeah. It's
to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh
(Shall I slip on my big shoes?)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hooray! Well blow a horn, everybody
made[01:45.54]My 4x4 back window[01:47.17]Hold the 12 gauge[01:48.32]Dirt road swervin' down in south Alabama[01:50.76]Hammer down slingin' mud
a pussy, I ain't tryin' to change
Far from average, I'm smokin' this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four
of Big Island
Like what's happening
And a Freak on my lanai
Butt ass naked practicing back bends
No past tense, Just cliffs
The finger prints of the gods
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