This Is Racket County

(álbum: Welcome To Dodge City - 2016)

Y'all cut off all that damn racket
Ha ha ha
Okay

First off we try to tell 'em not to hit the club
Broke as hell between us only had a hundred bucks
But it was popping happy hour so we stopped and had some one dollar drafts
It didn't seem much like a problem
Then the ladies started bopping to a Ying Yang song
I hit the bar took a shot of two or three I'm gone
Saw by buddy dancing all up on a little hippie chick
Took a solid hit a something said we won't remember shit
Later heard it from some people we was acting a donkey
All them girls that y'all was with hope you know they was raunchy
I don't wanna hear about it man [?]
People labeled us some dumb drunk honkies

Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra ask the player who is boss
Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra-ra-rack Racket County
Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra it's a big hood hoss
Ra-ra-ra-Racket ra-ra-ra-Racket it's the County

I came in like I did because I knew y'all want it
I got a Chevy so high I call her Snoop Dog cousin
And while y'all follow suit I just kept on trucking
I been cold blooded I'm raw I ain't stepped on nothing
Another pissed off redneck shitting on your bed set
I'll get your skull cracked it's time to get your head checked
Come get your neck snap back and I meant that
Back road assholes you can GPS that
Say we southern and know nothing of class
You can kiss my poor broke country ass
I'm drinking straight out the bottle and I'm pissing in my yard
Yelling Racket County ask about me

Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra ask the player who is boss
Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra-ra-rack Racket County
Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra it's a big hood hoss
Ra-ra-ra-Racket ra-ra-ra-Racket it's the County

It feels good to be a redneck backwoods boss
Understood in these woods, yeah I'm that good hoss
Now the tops off never should've popped off
I did this album baby boy to get my rocks off
See you searching like an addict yeah you need you a hit
You tried to make some racket but I'm pleading the fifth
And all that riff-raff chit chat stop that shit
You better get back kid you over cooking my grits
You got eleven teen hundred and forty-five sold
You went backwoods copper and trailer park gold
I'm just gonna give you my plaque 'cause I ain't done yet
And Racket be the hottest county up under the sun set bet

Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra ask the player who is boss
Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra-ra-rack Racket County
Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra it's a big hood hoss
Ra-ra-ra-Racket ra-ra-ra-Racket it's the County

So welcome to the troublesome noise the country's running from
Like Hank Jr. never sniffed some up off of stripper's buns
I blame y'all for this maddening direction
What'd you expect when the sticks got satellite reception
Skull crusher like Stone Cold's partner
Nobody touching my rhymes this a no hold's bar
Put that hatchet to your middle 'til your sternum splinters
They think you play for the Lakers out of Doc's Staples Center
Backwoods beast like Sasquatch when the track beats
And ain't nobody messing with me this ain't Jack Links
So while y'all bicker 'bout what to call this sound
I'll be on the tour bus ripping through y'all town, what

Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra ask the player who is boss
Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra-ra-rack Racket County
Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra it's a big hood hoss
Ra-ra-ra-Racket ra-ra-ra-Racket it's the County

Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra ask the player who is boss
Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra-ra-rack Racket County
Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra it's a big hood hoss
Ra-ra-ra-Racket ra-ra-ra-Racket it's the County