you loved your music, on the toilet thinkin of somethin real new
i never gave a shit, but you must of gave too much b/c it killed you
don't like ya scripts, i dont do nothing but to prove it
b/c from the looks of it...your hair due is as ugly as your music
when it comes to your style, country really father'd it
so thats means you ain't jack, son...but your daughter is
behind bars; gonna need to bang out...so i'll hand you this hammer
b/c this HORNY HOUNDOG's hip thrusts done landed him in the slammer