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Hell of a day to load a .22 and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night
And break a bottle with the bullet, yes i'm 'bout it motherfucker
Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots
I'm liable just to take a chevrolet and run it through the mud for giggles
Huh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper that could tell story like my uncle when he's drinking
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