Rahhh

(álbum: Jones County - 2014)

Man have you ever heard a gripped up three quarter ton going a hundred?

You ain't gotta be that close to hear me coming
I'm roaring down the highway speakers thumping to something
It costs a pretty penny to raise up and ride
'Cause they don't come from the factory this high
I got a whole mess of rednecks, real unsteady
Willing to get down in the dirt, bloody and sweaty
Ain't looking for no trouble but we sitting already
I ain't saying you should come but if you do come heavy
Firearms locked, loaded, brass knuckles
Rifles, machetes, boots, and belt buckles
Two boxes on the back both full of lead
Ammo, camo from toe to head
Flashing lights in the rear view, here they come
I ain't tryna go to jail, fellows we gotta run
When I drop the sledge hammer it sounds so good
I got a whole stable sitting under the hood
It go

Rahhh
And my pipes go rahhh
My Super Duty go rahhh
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh
County boys go rahhh
My mid grips go rahhh
My thunder header go rahhh
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh

Well I'm screaming with the Demon
Jonesing for nothing
Wanted to get high, hell I'm high ' cause the truck is
Tail pipes blowing smoke no choking
Never stuck, not a mudhole I won't go in
Speakers banging like your chrome four four is
No it ain't a Ford but Lord you better focus
Them tires proper, sit like a helicopter
Redneck rapper if you allergic call a doctor
But there ain't no intravenous drug that can stop ya
Enviousness so your best bet's to quit cold turkey
Search and find your internal soul purpose
To be on this earth like I did
Now I ride, never on the highways doing 90
On gravel and traveling and doing it my way
Saddling up the steel horse I feel it in my veins
Me and the rider the same, we going insane
We going

Rahhh
And my pipes go rahhh
My Super Duty go rahhh
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh
County boys go rahhh
My mid grips go rahhh
My thunder header go rahhh
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh

Yeah you can hear me coming bu-bu-bu-bu-bumping
Twelves like shot gun shells pu-pu-pu-pu-pumping
Hell since twelve I been thu-thu-thu-thu-thumping
Rebellious hell, yeah you ain't telling me nothing
But something's telling me minus amphetamines and felonies
We still gon' rock 'til we drop
'Cause Charley Farley be out in the country scene
Scenic routes trucks mud shining off
It's got to be noisy, fast, and real loud
To make a Jones County boy from the muddy south proud
Disturbing the peace, citations is a must
So rev your motor and crank your system up 'til it bust
Here come that crew on two and four wheels
Making the ground shake just like an earthquake feels
Leaving black marks on the road everywhere we go
Everybody knows when we coming 'cause we make it go

Rahhh
And my pipes go rahhh
My Super Duty go rahhh
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh
County boys go rahhh
My mid grips go rahhh
My thunder header go rahhh
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh