a costumer Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion No woman gets struck
up early but we got 'em scummie You know it's time to get 'em on, early in the morn' Leavin' 'em scummie, tried the ground's rollin' on Take it to the dome, lick
too Canadian i am the face of my country experssionless and small weak at the knees, shaking badly can't straighten up at all i watch the spine of my country bend
I'm politically incorrect and damn proud of it I love my country but I'm scared to death of its government You believe what you read 'cause it's all
cut you a costumer Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion No woman gets
same room with Ernest Borgnine!) Well, I got a woman sleeps on a cot, She yells and hollers and squeals a lot. Licks my face and tickles my ear, Bends
I'm politically incorrect and damn proud of it I love my country but I'm scared to death of its government Ya believe what you read cause it's all that
: I'm politically incorrect and damn proud of it I love my country but I'm scared to death of its government Ya believe what you read cause it's all
scummie [x2] [Verse 1: Never] You know it's time to get 'em on, early in the morn' leavin' 'em scummie, tried the ground's rollin' on take it to the dome, lick
Versacci clothes from the galleria I fuck a country singer, and a Houston ballerina Chef Coy, cooking ice cream on my stove top As your bitch, lick my
the same room with Ernest Borgnine!) Well, I got a woman sleeps on a cot, She yells and hollers and squeals a lot. Licks my face and tickles my ear, Bends
