with the Khaki sweatband Bowed goat potbellied barnyard That only he noticed, the old fart was smart The old gold cloth Madonna Dancin' to the fiddle
Is there a king that can do no wrong When I play my fiddle-will I see you dance The crown that sings its very own song You crack the whip-and I'll break
her baby phat Platinum in my mouth, and a skirt on my lac My trunk is on drugs, 'cause you know it's on crack Nigga got plex, then we can handle that
school yard Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my woman tight Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
affects On a public schoolboy whim With a raggle taggle plastic gypsy Robert Zimmerframe With a synthesized accordion A scramblin' up my brain With a fiddle dee dee, a fiddle
Where the moon's a little bashful and seldom shines Civilized people live there alright But they all go native on Saturday night Their music is a fiddle and a crack
me Well, you know cracking up over you You know that I love you, love you Won't you come and love me too? Hey, diddle-diddle, the cat had a fiddle The
, its like u walkin round the club finna fuse a new dick, whatcha sayin with ya mouth, it dont hurt me at all, turn ya back n shake ya crack and watchem
back in the past Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit With no way you're climbin' out and this ain't the punishment Deadly as crystal crack, how
against my window, there's a storm brewing in my heart Watching credits roll on a late night TV show Lonely street light peeking through the cracks in
cardboard boxes The boxes sealed the cracks in the wintertime The floor in Albert's home was just the earth worn down Where Albert's lonely feet had walked around [ fiddle
took a table down at the back I order two, by Christ I was thirsty Finished them off at the very first crack Singing
then again Who's keeping count? *rewind* So For the one who can't sing along Paint the sky For a bird that never flies The rope is being wound while the reaper plays the fiddle
phat Platinum in my mouth, and a skirt on my lac My trunk is on drugs, cuz you know it's on crack Nigga got plex, then we can handle that Twin got the
we're ready for eh, the second installment of the Sloppy Love Jingle. Roll it. Action!] Ok, continued What's next upon the menu? Hmm, maybe I should crack
not a knock I'm the server [x4] Uhhhhah! Dibblin and dabblin Flea-flickin and fiddle-faddlin (fiddle-faddlin?) Rippin up crack Overkill, gettin 47 back
yeah) Or peanut brittle (yeah) Peanut wit some jelly and crackers is in the middle (alrite) I've been eatin peanut and stuff since I was little Bankhead Little D, Madison play ur fiddle
out to Eugene, get a slide-in camper for My truck, pack a bamboo rod, hip boots, a book of flies from A Missoula pawn shop, rub mink oil into the cracked