Wrap Song

Got a pocket full of pills, calm my mutherfuckin' nerves

Heart of Dixie in this bitch

Yeah

I would say that you're now rocking with the best

But I'm not much into stating the obvious

My ego is just not as big as a Kanye West

Wouldn't know what to do with a fucking Louis Vuitton vest

Guess I would throw that bitch in the ditch with the rest

Of my name brand clothes, except for the Famous

Slumerican dominate, who else got me a check?

You look like you never seen a mullet this fresh hmm?

Still got the Dickies with a cuff and the crease

Bus on a beach, make you wanna go call for police

Yes, the trailer park made a mark on me

I play the cards homie, full deck spread hater

Stars only shine at night so I'm kinda like a spark only grown

Day and night I only need the flick of a Bic

Like a Marlboro to the tip, I'm a cherry glowing

Inhale the fumes exhale very slowly

Ay yo go bring the car for me, get em crunk

Line em up like a bunch of white bitches

Over white residue mixed with baking soda 80's chickens

Sniffing off of maybelline pocket book mirrors

Your mamas 9 o'clock her roll is mine, golden era

Ouija board, ghost in the woods, oh the terror

Spine chilling cold south soul shit

Make bible belt babies like me put my church chair up

Pyramids in the mist with the golden scarab

Mutherfucker what you scared of?

Angelic I am the feather of a rare dove

I don't shape shift, I shift shapes of syllables on my paper

A message to be aware of, so hit your knees choir boy and stare up

When that night hits it ain't the diamonds swinging off a chain

Its the reflection of a kings glare off the pain

Ain't a white boy had this much soul

Since the spirit of Swayze entered Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost

And that was just a movie that was wrote

So uh...if you do be in that boat

I would hope that you would look into my story, not just in my flow

Cuz I'm the fucking bum who asked for change when you said no

With a pocket full of quarters and you had nowhere to go

Facing that shit is hard as fuck to do huh?

No, that ain't Michael Wayne Atha ooh nah

Fans world wide in the stands hoorah

Hit you with the truth, hit you with a 2x4

Or hit you with two bye's, bye-bye, fuck you, kamasutra

Thank you very much for picking up the Heart of Dixie

And supporting this return of acid tripping hippies

Hope you have the rest of my collection

If you don't then get me now