Whistle Dixie - Travis Barker, Yelawolf

With a full of trash straight to the ocean

All black benz is slowly rolling

Head light’s off don’t be the chosen

Thinks it’s a game then drop the token

Up this creek without a paddle

That’s just life I’m in the saddle

No rest no bitch we don’t tattle

Snake’s don’t always shake the rattle

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All these cops they want the quota

Too much hypo coca cola

Lucy smoke oh yeah you know her

She’s the bitch who wrecked your Nova

Took that bite to bit the apple

You know me I’m hard to tackle

Break me down homie you wish

You couldn’t catch that fish with golden tackle

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Give me, give me 'tll it’s empty

Too much money isn’t plenty

It’s not enough, it’s not any

Come, come on just choose the jimmy

They all want to bust a nut in Drop the bomb, push the button

Be the king, be the sultan

Some of this shit is so insulting

Break the broken, make the chosen

Choose the loose then roll the tie get down and soak with

Gas the gap and light the match and leave you smoking

Choking on the fuse the latest news, life’s a wicked

Life’s a mystery and please don’t be the witness

To the sickness, they’ll just end it with it Something death and warm from the step of country fresh

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Country fresh

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Country fresh