Backwater Mouth Lyrics
Fuckingbitch with your queenly crown, of pill drowning your head
Eight Zantac downed with a fifth of Jack, shouldn't you be dead
I am not you King of sorrow, nor your jester of pain
Realize the depth of your own lies, chrushed under the weight of your shame
Well I've grown tired of your shit
Yeah I got my balls back, now deal with it
And I am not giving you your way
Hell no, not agin, fuck you not today
Fucking hick with backwater mouth, stoned mountain sit
Laid to rest in a pickup truck, covered in tabacco spit
Well I am not your toothless wise man, nor your catfish messiah
I am much more tha you realize, nails break trying to climb so high
Well I've grown tired of your shit
Yeah I got my balls back, now deal with it
And I am not giving you your way
Hell no, not agin, fuck you not today
Monthly visits with one who carried you through you life-span
Realizing the man before you, was not molded at all by your hand
Live out life in you stickmade shanty, the outhouse for your years
Take a shot from the bucket full of your, fermented decade old tears
