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Red Clay Crazy
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Hop out the chevy roll heavy no sense and a machete Them boys from deep in the sticks keep a fo fifth at the ready Shoulda known b*t*h I stay petty Blew back liquor in tha yeti I'm sick a truck stop sh*tter been p*ssing on the game before R Kelly One love for the psycho Halloween hillbilly dirt road Micheal Put it all on the Bible Or put it on the gram cause it gonna go viral Screen door with a sawed off f**kin with a bully get ya whole leg gnawed off And I won't be called off Slug to the head and the motha f**ka fall off Nobody safe when I'm on that case Put a little bit of concеrn on that face You don't wanna cape when I pull that wеight I'm the killa with the big knife Norman Bates Hey Go on fill up them britches I got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes Red clay crazy Got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes Red clay crazy Got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes Red clay crazy Got no mercy for em, got no mercy for em (Everybody say) Red clay crazy Got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes Red clay I'm crazy baby Georgia born the place that made me Black hat villain with no f**ks given Them thoughts and prayers ain't gonna save me Cause I feed like a mako Yeah anything movin ain't gonna be safe ho Strapped up like Waco With them magtech bullets size of potatoes Abomination abrasive I am the southern devil The king of heathens, believe it I'm on another level Go grab a f**kin shovel cause we bout to dig some trenches Bout to the burn this whole b*t*h down to the ground And I put that on my witches Country road come take me home I am somewhere I don't belong Load the Mossberg in the brougham Vandals rise we takin Rome Go on f**k it put a lighter up for Caesar Turn the f**kin volume up and blast this out the speaker Red clay crazy Got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes Red clay crazy Got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes Red clay crazy Got no mercy for em, got no mercy for em (Everybody say) Red clay crazy Got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes Ya uh yeah Uh I got red clay on my floor mats Red clay on my Jordan print Running from that K-9 Out of shape and short of breath I escape, I’m trying to trace my steps and find them lil red tabs I flew right by that closed down barbeque spot right where Ozora’s at Northside G A trap, Boondox is my dude but I’m not redneck I’m not impressed, you ain’t got no class, imma stomp that ass You rev that engine up around me, go again Neighborhood hot, got sunburned skin Told this thot I’d stop by while she swallowed my unborn kids That’s white clay from that redhead white boy You and Nelly never should’ve let me get out that psych ward 20 karat round my neck, if you wanna try to take it from me, I’m gon’ die for it Don’t forget, if you kill me there gon’ be an eye for an eye for it So damn tragic, momma got shot at Joann fabric, lower her casket in the red clay Red clay crazy Got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes Red clay crazy Got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes Red clay crazy Got no mercy for em, got no mercy for em (Everybody say) Red clay crazy Got no mercy for these low down dirty sons of b*t*hes
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