Hillbilly Ghetto Rapper

come to my neck of da' woods sucka'
drink from da' mason jar bitch
I got the hillbilly itch
camo cap and working boots
deep into my woods
sucka'
did time in cell block nine
watchin' my back
so I don't get attacked
rhyming in da' ghetto
I'm a slick fellow
got 99 Pit Bulls
hiding under my pillow
like my ladies loose
got no bras
and smell like da' goose
but they got no droppings
lick the cake with the toppings
you know what I'm sayin'
bitch
gonna' do another recording
my plane a landin'
got gold around my neck
locket of silver
wood planks
on the farm
country pork liver
cows and chickens
don't mess with me
or you get a lickin'
tractor keeps
da' farm boys away
but I'm like
The Stray Cats
gonna' have my
judgment day
Kid Rock
he my homie
right up here in
the corn and hay
bitch
I am a rapper
eat the candy with da'
wrapper
got corn flakes
all my ladies
are fakes
yell my
name when they c___((edit))
got a hunting dog
like working in the logs
and swamps
drinking home made
wine
I got no time
recording da' rap
law lookin' for me
ghetto hillbilly
and I got the itch
bitch