Down

[Intro] These donuts are delicious... son of a bitch! We got a 10-94 on Hines Road, requesting backup. Repeat, 10-94 on Hines Road heading southbound. I'm in pursuit! [Verse 1] Pick up, pick up, daddy's in the pickup Got so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccups You don't want it with me, sucker, just look up Beer flyin' in this mothafucka like bird shit Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, bitch Crook as a picture on Sunday My maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai Chevy's up, we got low lives and bow ties Up shit's creek, I'll take you for a boat ride Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll Tide You're playin' golf in lightning? So am I Dressed in a tin man suit Drinkin' a tin can too, that is 110 proof, uh Man if I only had a heart for you bitches I'd get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches But mama only raised Hell So when you're done diggin' that ditch, bitch, bury yourself, boaw Pass me that Colt .45 I'm partyin' 'til my fuckin' throat sore and dry [Pre-Chorus] I'm goin' down [Chorus] Aw, man—you gotta love it I'm on my way Hey, mama, all around the town they're sayin' "He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy" I'm country-rich, no budget Got to get paid Hey, daddy, all around the town they're sayin' "He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy" [Verse 2] Uh, You drivin' drunk, better lift your seat up Cause cops pull us over just to fuckin' meet us Cause Marshall's a Rap God, damn right Well, then I guess that makes me Jesus So turn this water to whiskey Watch the dirty south go from dirty to filthy High class only means stoned in school Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool Smoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal's brown So what I got spokes on this bitch, and? The lift kicks like climbin' into a spaceship UFO's, unidentified flyin' Oldsmobiles And mobile homes, amen I can still smell the kerosene leakin' I should've seen the signs, I was blowin' up Either in a trailer home or a pickup Hey, Bubba, your baby boy is in big trouble I fuckin' ran through a briar patch and got cut up Now I'm wide open in front of the whole town I bled for the game, I guess it's obvious now I'm goin' down now, he told me wear it with pride You wanna take the hard road you gotta cherish the ride Most mothafuckers won't jump to embarrass the fly Can't build a legacy up, then let it perish and die [Pre-Chorus] I'm goin' down [Chorus] Aw, man, you gotta love it I'm on my way Hey, mama, all around the town they're sayin' "He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy" I'm country-rich, no budget Got to get paid Hey, daddy, all around the town they're sayin' "He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy" Aw, man—you gotta love it I'm on my way Hey, mama, all around the town they're sayin' "He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy"