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I just rolled out of bed, need to shit a brick.

One too many cold beers last night, ran out of booze too quick.

Rage case, 30 bricks on my porch.

I got a Charger on blocks, it's a 454.

White Trash Whiplash

South-bound, Lafeyette, to a liquor store.

Taco truck mamacita won't give me the shits no more.

And I'm having such a wasted time, supporting a war.

With a little bit of help, from my white trash whiplash.

She's got nine fucking kids, with no shoes on their feet.

Fucking shitter's clogged with road kill meat.

Am i supposed to be the redneck that you see?

Fuck all that noise anyway.

I'd rather you started referring to my peep

Like a, like a hillbilly or some shit.