Butter beans, I’m gonna get you
I’m gonna stick you I’m gonna take you down
And then romp; I’m goin' to [bad word]  you're riding shot gun

(Butter beans, I’m gonna get you, 
I’m gonna get you, I’m gonna get you) 

Butter beans, I know she wants you
That you’ll make a lovely headdress or
double breasted suit of skin

(Butter beans, I’m gonna get you, 
I’m gonna get you, I’m gonna get you)

Cause Butter beans, you better stay sharp 
Cause I’m gonna freeze out life blood from that black heart
I’m gonna fry I’m gonna fry with a smile on my face 

(Butter beans, I’m gonna get you, I’m gonna get you, 
I’m gonna get you) 

You think you’re so slick
I seen her lipstick 'cross your dillsnick 
You think you’re so slick
I seen a lipstick cross you're dillsnick

Butter beans, you go and try and hide
In the swamp grass I got swamp eyes
And I’ll track you down like a bloodhound 
It’s your time to die 

(Butter beans I’m gonna get you, I’m gonna get you,
I’m gonna get you)

Butter beans, you’ve gotten so fat
I can barely carry your weight across my tiny back 
Taught me singing and aim and I'll sin when you say my name

(Butter beans, I’m gonna get you, I’m gonna get you,
I’m gonna get you) 

Real thick black magic can't stop the tragedy 
From happening 
Pig’s feet and snake [bad word] 
Crow tongue and cat face 
Horse tail and bone bits 
Bird’s nest and grave dust 

All of it won’t keep the tragedy from happening 
 [bad word]