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psychopathic rydas - red neck hoe 99 lyrics

ain’t that about a hoot
what you so mad about?
them gawld-mn city folks comin around these here hills
lookin for a piece of that tender young -ss, yaww
let me tell you my thelma lou knows better than to
give her puddin to anybody else but pa
rappin to this b-tch with a red neck
a red neck, them f-ckin red neck
rappin to this b-tch with a red neck
violent j gonna step to that red -ss neck
b-tch you’re a red neck
but i gives a f-ck i’m bout to step
i never met a southern belle cowpolk
and i know till now you’ve only f-cked your kinfolk
b-tch i can’t believe that
everytime you smile you look like cactus jack
just cut the lights out
cause i still wanna bang that bearded biscuit out
b-tch i knows you’s a freak
lemme b-tch slap that b-tt cheek
and try to keep your toothless mouth shut
and don’t say sh-t you funky -ss fat b-tch
i don’t square dance
i drink monkey blood and kick voodoo chants
but you quick to act like you didn’t know
like you didn’t know that i’m a juggalo gigalo
b–tch wait hold up (what?)
i can’t have pa starin at my b-tt
tell him to leave and keep the barn doors closed
all i need is him tryin to grope my nizzogs

[chorus]
rappin to this b-tch with a red neck
a red neck, a chicken -ss red neck
a b-tch with a beard and a red neck
hey yo sh-ggy step to that red -ss neck
b-tch it’s sh-ggs
before i teabag your face take off them rags
you been chillin in the barn all night and day
shovelin horse sh-t and f-ckin with hay
b-tch it’s your neden i’m finna tag
i don’t give a f-ck play your ricky skaggs
yeah that’s right f-ck conway twitty
with your red -ss nipple on your red neck t-tty
b-tch i’m rollin down south
with a swisher sweet hangin out my mouth
and sport a hank allen cowboy hat
but after i tap it, man f-ck that
b-tch i’m from the big city
and i’m finna bust a nut on that one big t-tty
aww sh-t it’s wilbur’s daughter
fondlin pig nuts and i caught her
b-tch drop them hog b-lls
she dropped the sack then dropped her drawers
she looked like a crow that’s all i know
but i still f-cked that red neck hoe

[chorus]
i know a red neck b-tch named wylita, straight stack
biscuit in her pocket, nipples look like flap jacks
chicken face b-tch two or three good teeth
but if i ask for sugar she’s a big fuzzy peach
now i remember when she milked the cows
sticks of hay in the mouth, -ss hangin all out
got me itchin on my b-lls, and i’m rubbin my w-ng
that d-mn there girl pretty did she need a tw-ng
hey there missy i’m from the east
and i wouldn’t mind layin in the hay for a piece
you can rub my b-tt like you do your pa’s
or i can hide my meat in between your jaws
and even hum a little sumthin sweet by clint black
while you stroke and caress my tender nut sac
you like it rough b-tch don’t you i’ma bring the pain
she said ain’t that d-mn movie by john wayne
rappin to this b-tch with a red neck
a red neck, a chicken -ss red neck
a fat bubbly b-tch with a red neck, turkey funky chicken neck
b-tch it’s twiztid with a z
you red neck hoe is you f-ckin with me?
neden scabbed up like a horses -ss
but i’ma tap it anyway and use your head for my nut rag
b-tch what the f-ck?
smells like a pile of dead fish in your b-tt
your shirts all covered with pins and fishing tackle
and i saw more teeth on an apple
b-tch you better ask uncle gus
or you and the rest of the clampett’s will get f-cked up
oh me? i talk to the spirits
witches, demons, and they all keep screamin

[chorus]
b-tch you’s a hoe (uh huh)
and hoe you’s a b-tch (that’s right)
everybody knows that you’s a funky funky b-tch (come again y’all)
b-tch you’s a hoe (uh huh)
and hoe you’s a b-tch (that’s right)
everybody knows that you’s a (what?) funky b-tch
b-tch you’s a hoe (uh huh)
and hoe you’s a b-tch (that’s right)
everybody knows that you’s a funky funky b-tch (come again y’all)
b-tch you’s a hoe (uh huh)
and hoe you’s a b-tch (that’s right)
everybody knows that you’s a funky funky b-tch (come again y’all)
b-tch you’s a hoe (uh huh)
and hoe you’s a b-tch (that’s right)
everybody knows that you’s a (what?) funky b-tch

[chorus x2]
round up you boys
and you head down south
find a red neck hoe and put your d-ck in her mouth

- psychopathic rydas lyrics

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