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mikla$ - i got a grave for you lyrics

[intro]
what’d you say about me partner?
in this fine establishment, you brought yourself a handgun?
yeehawwww
oh, i see how it is

[verse]
you’d be surprised about the things you can solved with a gun
is you gonna do somethin’?
are you standing there for fun?
i got some chrome on my hip, and some chrome on my t++th
i’ll turn into butcher baker, if you ain’t talking sweet

slap u with a chrome and put a bullet to ya dome
ain’t no d+mn comethazine blastin’ where im from
got an eaglе on my hip, no tracy byrd
leave this country boy alone, havеn’t you heard?

my mistake. four coffins. time for alcohol
if you throw a hissy fit i’ll show you my protocol
hankering for whiskey, better show me the barrel yall
say i can’t shoot, whatchu know ’bout that, you know+it+all
i gotta lasso, is gon’ crack for a cracker
if she snap like a whip, imma snap back at her
make money from sunrise till’ the cows come home
true religion jeans on, and they hang real low

big boots, big iron, got her screamin “yeehaw”
take her g string off i ain’t talking no guitar
and she riding on my w+lly, now she sore
but she keep wantin’ more

[chorus]
i got a grave for you, and a tombstone too
come with me outside, i’ll show you how to shoot
i got black leather boots, and i ain’t scared to fight a fool
i done teached the grim reaper a thang or two
i got a grave for you, and a tombstone too
come with me outside, i’ll show you how to shoot
i got black leather boots, and i ain’t scared to fight a fool
i done teached the grim reaper a thang or two

[verse]
i can’t help it but ladies love country boys
that smoke cowboy k!llers, use guns like toys
i can’t sleep if i ain’t hear trailer park noise
like a fireplace, shotguns, and someone getting destroyed
i dont believe in taxes, i believe in god
back in ‘02 i k!lled a man with fishing rod
he tried to take my wife, and money
ain’t n0body touching that b+tch, that’s my honey (dumb b+tch!)

i got a shotty, got ciggies, sum whiskey, 250 dollar cash
i hate my wife, my kids, my neighbor, and that city boy trash
yeah im drunk as f+ck, p+ssed off and brokenhearted
but imma go happy bed, tonight, cuz i know+

- mikla lyrics

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