Lyrics:
and I’m the goat and that’s fo’sho
Racing in my tractor fixing crops while as I go
The city using mowers I ain’t needed that no more
And I got them piggy’s
by the roots
Ready or not
We got a lot to do
So get on that tractor
Let's plow right through
At Old MacDonald's Farm
Where the cows say "moo"
At Old
credit cards
cnd a rusted tractor in the yard
But if you want to be true country it's just a state of mind
Solo over verse up to - chorus
He said “so
Rumor has it that there's been a job botched
That the ball's been dropped by hands made of blocks
Blame bounces back and forth like a shuttlecock
higher than NASA
Texaco that I smoke forced a cough out my throat and it made me feel like I have asthma
I swing dick at your bitch when she lob me
voice
Keeps saying you have no choice
'cause when I look at you I squint
You are that beautiful
And my pussy is a tractor
And this is
the heart don't drop across
That line, its jungles where snakes roam
Where the hate come from
Where they steal from their moms
Where kids get shot by stray
the sorrow or an inkling of the shadow
of the rage across the water, the hatred and the horror.
It just wanders through this valley with the river by its
yellow tent by the frozen tractor
The music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played "Stavin' Chain"
And Mighty Tiny on the saw
And he threw his
orcs will be defeated
Against the tanks driven by the orcs
The tractors' force
Hostile Mordor
Will at last fall
It's certain that there are good Russians
I can live in a mansion or a double-wide
Eat sushi raw or my catfish fried
Wherever I am, then that's where I belong
'Cause I'm quite content with
the X, where the morphene be,
Take the turnpike to 14B
But now it's back to this pussy dude threatenin' to hurt me
I didn't know all of this came with
by squares, the toilet paper holder
I left that circle, a drink with no coaster
Toaster, was down but now I'm popping up
Going to risk it all, left
the dolphins with the tractor beams pull em up and do a little magick at the scene like
Ladies and gentlemen i have brought you here tonight by the legion for
156 street that's home that's the crib
Where I shit and I sleep
Murray Hill on the climb and it's steep
Memories of my ties that are deep
156 street
I'd Rather Hurt Myself
By;Randy Brown
Rather hurt, hurt myself
Than to hurt you
All the talk
That's going around town
About me and Mary
your heart hurt
Hm hmm mm
Where did your love go
Lost a thousand miles away
Man it's so hard to stay this sane
The way that you talk it don't sound
What you mean by that, what the ground represent?
The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil
Right
That's how I see it, my word is bond
I see—and
the game up and flame up
And hit where it hurts
Unsolved murders
All over the news
You never know who
Who then got that tool
And then walked
In
On the run from that crime
Sitting back in mind I'm thirsty for blood I be vamping
It's hurts you not by my side, I be cramping
Off 30s and a E, too Ready
wet when I come around it
Anytime you hurt me wasn't on purpose
I know that you're not perfect but you're still worth it
Run it
Don't want no one
But she don't return my calls
Left out to dry I try to deny in my mind play it back on rewind and then add to that the second fact I know how she'd
I want you to join me
I wanna go where you tell me to go
I wanna make it big, please don't hurt my ego
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
I wanna go where you told me
there's a place we go | Just a little hole where they serve you ice cold beer| We get by on a little bit try to change us we'll throw a fit| That's how we
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