Cold beer through the years
(Verse 1) Gonna buy myself a six pack 20 oz. in the cans I say
Bitch you betta’ douche
Chorus)
Doucheity, douche, douche
Douche, douche
Da douche, douche, douche, douche
Doucheity, douche, douche
(Verse 1)
So you don’t get no
Bangin’ deep
(Verse 1)
The modus operandi
Do you with style
Til’ your cherry’s popin’
Popin’ cause your cherry’s ripe
On my
Ghastly onslaught
(Verse 1)
With my mallet I will tenderize you
If you run, if you hide I will
Your body knows somethin, your mind don’t
(Verse 1)
They say looks aren’t everything
Cause those seein’ glasses
Always slidin’ down your nose
Thoughts ever in
Raw edge of trepidation
(Verse 1)
The steel of my blade
Will put you in a cold sweat
To the end of
Good ones, yeah, real good
(Verse 1) Good ones, yeah, real good Always bouncin’ When yo’ walkin’ Lookin’ good Good
Identify the dead
(Chorus)
Flowers behind the house
To freshen up your grave
Hole out in the woods
Where I dump your
Savin’ up my nuts
(Verse 1)
Can’t trust just any woman
That strattles with a pussy whip
Dominearing, cold and mean
Ain’t no
Goin’ on over into the country
(Verse 1)
Where the city limits end
And the smell of pine fills the air
There’s a whisperin’