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 my boils
It's so bad I can't even start to tell you my troubles
It's not about a dog or women or 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