Verse and Bishop - Fifth Of Whiskey | Текст песни

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Redneck hunting, Jim cooked the bait. I took the women; the pen I ate. Killed the number out at the farm. They sent me back with more ink than arm. Hands stuck deep in a bucket of charm. Gumbo hot in a Bayou son. How did you put the wheat crop in the mud? Her eyes moving in and out, my blood. (Chorus) A fifth of whiskey and a Bowie knife (3x) just enough liquor to cut it up nice, (Second) -cut it up nice. (Repeat 1x)
Something is sickening inside my brain Sweep the yeast and so I'm feeding the grain Copping a quarter down my spine The venom burns and the venom's mine Under the swamp the French did rot, One for the Cyprus and acting to table tops Pulling meals from the bellies of the fully fed Putting holes in the gulfs, -- legs for a fifty. Chorus
Pass the metal where the white tail run behind the walls of a tin walled hut. Hundred girls cooking their devil lie. And I'm on my slice of American pie. Voodoo man hold up in a Coupe D'Ville with a motor punk and Detroit grill. Crackles crack on a trap old song. I'm feeling good and I'm feeling strong. (Chorus)
Cut the buck and hang the rack. Sparkle rock in your house and go sit back Sticking the poor boys out in the sand, bring them back in a box and kill the band. I shove it all in a gunny sack, into the trunk of a brand new Cadillac. own the six iron of this Bay City on the green earth the girls are pretty (Chorus)

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