Atmosphere - Trailer Park Chicken Lyrics
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- Trailer Park Chicken Lyrics
Album: Hey Daly, Get the fuck away from my sister you punk motherfocker. (intro) I do....I do....I do...Hey wassup, can i kiss the bitch yet?.....I do.... First of all bitch, i never promised i'd be rich so fuck you and your wishes, ya need to do the dishes and change the damn cat litter I thought i told you to get rid of that crazy cat last week Yo, don't you get sassy with me missy Because i'll go upside you quickly But yo, she's kinda sneeky when i sleep she'll probably stick me But it be a threat and threats make her respond She probably grew up watching pops beat her mom and to the break-a-dawn I could pop shit talk shit hostage to herself Because there aint no where to walk This is the middle of hell you've got no job no diploma might as well kick it with me and live in Hinckley, Minnesota She's my trailer park chick with the pop tarts and venison hard liquor to cop a buzz off the over the counter medicine The rent is in the mail bitch pump the keg Fix the antenna, act your age and spread your legs It's my castle white trash ho and if i want to i'll put it in your asshole You wanna battle baby? I'll put a shadow over ya sky now shut the fuck up and fix me turkey pot pie I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the fuck you gonna go? (4X) go, go, go ahead and call your mom if ya need someone to cry to boo I guarantee ya that that bitch is gonna lie to you Fuck ya crank head, soap opera, pastries, and diet soda everything she'll ever need to know she learned from Oprah You what the hell she's gonna do for you? That bitch is stuck too Get off my phone, tell her I said what up, and muthafuck you And tell daddy if he wants some to bring his drunk ass on I beat that fat bastard with a cast on Ay yo honey I'm trippin But why you always flippin dress slutty everytime that we go drinkin with my buddies won't be long before you carrying my puppies Speaking of which you bleeding yet bitch? Cause you gettin kind of chubby Yo, where the hell'd you put my stash? Better tell me quick fast or catch a foot in the ass Oh no, you did not smoke all of my pot If my remmington was out the pawn shop, you'd get shot Stop, and put that knife back in the sink Baby, Baby, Baby, why you fucking trying to take me to the brink? What you think? Quit thinking and pretending that you're smart Happily ever after 'til death do us part I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the fuck you gonna go? (4X) I love you.
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