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[Begin] Hey Daley, Get the fuck away from my sister you punk motherfucker (intro) I do... I do... I do... Hey whassup, 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 sneaky 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 Until the break-a-dawn I could pop shit, talk shit, hostage to herself Because there ain't nowhere 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 CAS-STLE, 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 your 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? I own the Camaro and the mobile home So where the fuck you gonna go? I own the Camaro and the mobile home So where the fuck you gonna go? I own the Camaro and the mobile home So where the fuck you gonna go? Go, go, go ahead and call your mom if ya need someone to cry to boo I guarantee 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 Yo, 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 Aye 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, till death do us part I own the Camaro and the mobile home So where the fuck you gonna go? I own the Camaro and the mobile home So where the fuck you gonna go? I own the Camaro and the mobile home So where the fuck you gonna go? I own the Camaro and the mobile home So where the fuck you gonna go? Go? I love you