Y.G.M.F.U.

My shits the most important shit
 In the whole world, it's mine of course it is
 The more I ponder it, the more it gets
 More and more important til' i done distorted it
 Out of proportion, loss of coordinates
 Help me Lord, 'fore I fall and scorch in it
 Orbiting, around the pulpit
 Gravity pulls to bullshit, what if?
 What if? Grandma had balls
 She'd been Grandpa, might of ran off
 With the neighbor lady Mammary Mable
 That was a label since back in grade school
 Short story long, do it wrong
 And being done wrong
 Happens, moving on
 And going on til you get it going
 Get in, roll the window down
 Lets get it rolling
 Hold in my problems
 Inside this cigarette
 Smoke you right up out my Chevrolet
 I bought me a bottle
 And I put that shit to rest
 I ain't trying to ride dirty like that anyway
 Wooahhh wooahhhh
 You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up
 Wooahhh wooahhhh
 You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up
 Hop in, pull off, pull up, jump out
 I know, what the
 Fuss is about
 Life's hard, it ain't nothing to doubt
 Sucker punch in the nuts and the mouth
 I can give it out, take it as well
 Maybe cancels out my reservation in hell
 Bubba talks, but don't always listen
 His minds hard to find
 But the heart ain't missing
 Eventually, ignorance blends in to wisdom
 All my former women friends too many to mention
 Always bitchin' bout how I didn't give em attention
 I get it but admit it girl the dick was tremendous (Woahh!!)
 Still tremendous, energy's endless
 But today that ridin' dirty shit, isn't a business
 So I'm a finish the sentence and blow it out
 Good riddance, the Chevy is rolling out
 Hold in my problems
 Inside this cigarette
 Smoke you right up out my Chevrolet
 I bought me a bottle
 And I put that shit to rest
 I ain't trying to ride dirty like that anyway
 Wooahhh wooahhhh
 You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up
 Wooahhh wooahhhh
 You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up
 Bubba baby
 Quintuple the trouble baby
 Am I crazy?
 A bunch a 'Yes"s a couple 'Maybe"s
 Underpay me, overwork me
 It won't convert me
 To a bitter
 Quitter at ten years over thirty
 Both deserving and so unworthy
 I'm pretty much
 Everythang, that's anything
 Is it enough?
 To fill ya up, is too much?
 To recollect
 How hungry you was in the country
 Redder neck
 Bigger debt
 The only thing there is to regret
 Pack a cigarettes
 Near the Chevy remember yet?
 It's a bet, a mental picture of it is kept
 In the heart of my intellect
 Let's roll up
 Hold in my problems
 Inside this cigarette
 Smoke you right up out my Chevrolet
 I bought me a bottle
 And I put that shit to rest
 I ain't trying to ride dirty like that anyway
 Wooahhh wooahhhh
 You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up
 Wooahhh wooahhhh
 You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up