I don't rock the jukebox
Or hustle the women
I'm deep drownin' in trouble and not even swimmin'
I can't begin to tell you my toils
My trouble is worse than my face being eaten off by boils
It's so bad I can't even start to tell you
My troubles
It's not about a dog
Or women
Nothin'
What you're gonna have to see is:
I took my cousin Cletus's chew water and I drank it
I drunk it all up and now I've got cancer of the esophagus