Last Of A Dying Breed
(专辑: Outlaw Nation, Vol. 1 - 2021)
(Ohh... yeaa... we're the
last of a
dying breed...) What happened to the
soldiers that stood up for something instead of all these punk thugs that's no good for nothing? All these sissy ass crybabies that wanna play the
victim they just do it for attention, better pull up your damn britches boy I
ain't saying that I'm perfect but I
refuse to be worthless so I
choose to keep on working on myself as a
better person And you're the
type that'll talk big, a
big shot with a
soft chin, ol fuck boy better calm down when ya talking with some grown men You're the
type that's got loose lips, you show ya gum but don't shoot the
shit, you act hard but don't do shit, fuck you and your crew bitch! You're the
type that'll go to jail then call ya girl up raising hell, talking bout you need canteen, tell that dude to go fuck his self! Especially what he did to you, all that bullshit that he put you through, lying cheating, put his hands on you, fuck that dude, you too damn cute Don't waste your time on a
fuckboy Don't spend a
dime on a
fuckboy Don't sit and cry for a
fuckboy Never ride or die for a
fuckboy This is for my soldiers, I'm showin love and all them good ol boys raised on shotguns In the
backwoods by the
rivers and the
creeks, man we practice what we preach, we the
last of a
dying breed This is for my soldiers, I'm showin love for all them good ol boys raised on shotguns In the
backwoods by the
rivers and the
creeks, man we practice what we preach, we the
last of a
dying breed Ahh... we the
last of a
dying breed... dying breed... Yeaa... we the
last of a
dying breed I'm the
type that don't speak a
lot, don't ask for much, and don't need a
lot These pussy boys they everywhere, god damn, I
done seen alot They call the
cops every chance they get They want the
smoke but can't handle it, you call the
cops on me boy Better tell 'em to bring an ambulance Because I'm the
type that'll handle mine If you want some too ya better stand in line I've been ready for that blood shed I'm a
blood hound from the
Florida pine I'ma tell you once you pussy boy I
don't fuck around ya better know this Come to my house, without a
doubt, I'ma empty out this whole clip Or if I'm buying groceries and you fuckboys try to approach me And I
got my kids with me, ya better act like you don't know me Just walk on by, slowly, might turn me back to the
old me Where nobody could control me, I
don't ever call the
police I
do not play that bull shit, if I
say shit then I
do shit Might fuck around and go stupid on the
you fuckboys and lose it Don't waste your time on a
fuckboy Don't spend a
dime on a
fuckboy Don't sit and cry for a
fuckboy Never ride or die for a
fuckboy This is for my soldiers,I'm showing love and all them good ol boys raised on shotguns In the
backwoods by the
rivers and the
creeks, man we practice what we preach, we the
last of a
dying breed This is for my soldiers, I'm showing love and all them good ol boys raised on shotguns In the
backwoods by the
rivers and the
creeks, man we practice what we preach, we the
last of a
dying breed Ahh... we the
last of a
dying breed... dying breed... Yeaa... we the
last of a
dying breed Man you can't support shit, you bout as sorry as it gets, you got a
pocket full of dope, you need your fucking ass whipped You better feed them damn kids and quit taking all them pills, better find yo ass a
gig and try to catch up on them bills And if yo girl do the
same shit, she lame as fuck too, but you the
man of the
house so I
still blame you! Don't waste your time on a
fuckboy Don't spend a
dime on a
fuckboy Don't sit and cry for a
fuckboy Never ride or die for a
fuckboy Don't waste your time on a
fuckboy Don't spend a
dime on a
fuckboy Don't sit and cry for a
fuckboy Never ride or die for a
fuckboy Hahahaa... yea man, we the
last of a
dying breed baby! Come on, come on! This is for my soldiers, I'm showing love and all them good ol boys raised on shotguns In the
backwoods by the
rivers and the
creeks, man we practice what we preach, we the
last of a
dying breed! This is for my soldiers, I'm showing love and all them good ol boys raised on shotguns In the
backwoods by the
rivers and the
creeks, man we practice what we preach, we the
last of a
dying breed! Aah... we the
last of a
dying breed