Redneck hunting, Jim cooked the bait. I took the women; the pen I ate. Killed the number out at the farm. They sent me back with more ink than arm. Hands stuck deep in a bucket of charm. Gumbo hot in a Bayou son. How did you put the wheat crop in the mud? Her eyes moving in and out, my blood. [bad word]  fifth of whiskey and a Bowie knife (3x) just enough liquor to cut it up nice, (Second) -cut it up nice. (Repeat 1x)
Something is sickening inside my brain Sweep the yeast and so I'm feeding the grain Copping a quarter down my spine The venom burns and the venom's mine Under the swamp the French did rot, One for the [bad word] and acting to table tops Pulling meals from the bellies of the fully fed Putting holes in the gulfs, -- legs for a fifty. [bad word] Pass the metal where the white [bad word] behind the walls of a tin walled hut. Hundred girls cooking their devil lie. And I'm on my slice of American pie. Voodoo man hold up in a Coupe D'Ville with a motor punk and Detroit grill. Crackles crack on a trap old song. I'm feeling good and I'm feeling strong. [bad word] 
Cut the buck and hang the rack. Sparkle rock in your house and go sit back Sticking the poor boys out in the sand, bring them back in a box and kill the band. I shove it all in a gunny sack, into the [bad word] of a brand new Cadillac. own the six iron of this Bay City on the green earth the girls are pretty [bad word]