more to bash, minus chorus

[elkhunter]

I can’t be back hawwsss, I just got here
Tactical nukes and a case of Everclear
no D’villes, no Lincoln’s, or Versacci suits
ford truckin, ho’s fuckin' in the cowboy boots
don’t care if a mosh pit ever feels my jams
gonna pump this beat all across the land
from the south by the mouth of the Mississippi River
bikinis on the beach , in the dead ass winter
we don’t rob stores, we open doors for the grannies
but make no mistake, I’m gonna loot them panties
sit back roll a joint, tap the keg-o-rater
time to rock this place with the southcoast flavor


Gumbo, Creole, Pat O’s gettin' shitty
Bourbon Street , fouled up in the crescent city
Tipitinas, Laveaux, come on pass me the ho
Alley-ways can hittin' the seabo grass
In the morning ill be eatin' bigneits off your ass
fire extinguishers and a first aid kit
you kick it with me you gonna need that shit
hey bitch, look around, ain’t after no trophies
just freedom to gain, grain to smoke
and enough fuckin' respect to make you choke
red snapper, bring the ling and the speckled trout
panties to the floor, PC’s remove all doubt


We stuff it and puff it, we shrimpin' and pimpin'
load it, toke it, roll a hog-leg and smoke it
you cringe , you hate, why not participate,
let me guess you one them ho’s that won’t even masturbate,
It ain’t East Coast, West Coast, New style or old style
Its Southcoast ho, and fuck blow, you know
We pound Turkey and Evan, don’t sleep past seven
We smoke our own strain; It’s a pain , but it’s the way to go
to grow, your own pure back cross
I ain’t fuckin' no ho’s with the butt floss
Keep my girls in kennels, My road trips in rentals
I don’t ride or fuck in Lincoln continentals

[tdukex]

Well, it ain't my kind of music, but I like it.

It's cleverly written, flows well, lots of word play, and it doesn't have any lines that seem forced.

Good job.

[BadFish]

I really liked it, very cool!
I could almost hear the beat in my head.