Told her I know my brain be in it’s own battles
Like NFL I got some things I should tackle
bottle it up and disappear like it’s the rapture
Gettin ****ed up and now we lookin for a rat sure
Deep in the south we boot up show homie my big spurs
Put ‘em in formaldehyde now he look like big bird
Switch up jeckle Hyde told me I not gonna fix her
Only ****in shots I take is when I’m in the picture