Hot Damn

Hot damn, another shot up in the air again
I'll probably never care again about anything, I'm arrogant
Ooh, I'm messed up, head's spinnin' like a hurricane (like a hurricane)
I'm messed up off that alcohol and Mary Jane (and Mary Jane)

White boy, b-brown, b-brown boots (hot damn fat-)
White boy, b-brown, b-brown boots (hot damn fat-)
White boy, b-brown, b-brown boots (hot damn fat-)
Piece of piece of white trash, piece of piece of white trash

I'm tatted up, bearded down, they say I look like a lumberjack
My skill level is a two if you reduce a number back
I am out of green, so I'ma go and get another sack
I possess a set of skills it seems a lot of others lack

I come from a part where the park ain't pretty
And the ground don't grow no roses
My park got prostitutes and drug use and a lot of people overdosin'
Don't leave your car unlocked 'cause your car might end up gettin' stolen
Nine times outta ten when we get pulled over, everybody in the truck is holdin'

America baby, every kid here is a Bubba or Shady
Growin' up poor in the park is what made me
And Momma she tries, she's a hell of a lady
And you better not talk to her, the wrong way
'Cause I'ma end up stompin' yer whole face
I can bury a whole bod' for her, in this case, I'ma make it to the top for her

Hot damn, another shot up in the air again
I'll probably never care again about anything, I'm arrogant
Ooh, I'm messed up head's spinnin' like a hurricane (like a hurricane)
I'm messed up off that alcohol and Mary Jane (and Mary Jane)

White boy, b-brown, b-brown boots (hot damn fat-)
White boy, b-brown, b-brown boots (hot damn fat-)
White boy, b-brown, b-brown boots (hot damn fat-)
Piece of piece of white trash, piece of piece of white trash

Ay, growin' up, I was different than you
'Cause I was raised in a daze, I ain't have no father
He dipped in that cedar shit, smoked weed and drink on orange juice and vodka
The people in my park are all engulfed in homicide and drama
One person tried to raise me right, it wasn't anybody but my fuckin' momma

I come from a part where the park ain't pretty
And the ground don't grow no roses
My park got prostitutes and drug use, and a lot of people overdosing
Don't leave your car unlocked 'cause your car might end up gettin' stolen
Nine times outta ten when we get pulled over, everybody in the truck is holdin'

I'm so ignorant, get drunk and act stupid and belligerent
I go to jail and they consider me as indigene
This flow sick, you can say it's magnificent
Ay, boy, please don't try me
Labels used to laugh and they straight deny me
Smirk on her face as they asking, "why me?"
Now I got like seven of them begging me to sign me

Hot damn, another shot up in the air again
I'll probably never care again about anything, I'm arrogant
Ooh, I'm messed up head's spinnin' like a hurricane (like a hurricane)
I'm messed up off that alcohol and Mary Jane (and Mary Jane)

White boy, b-brown, b-brown boots (hot damn fat-)
White boy, b-brown, b-brown boots (hot damn fat-)
White boy, b-brown, b-brown boots (hot damn fat-)
Piece of piece of white trash, piece of piece of white trash