Bonfire og version

Here comes a man across the field, honey
Here comes a man across the field, babe
Here comes a man across the field
He's kicking up dust like an automobile
Honey, oh, baby, mine

Get it up, girl flaunt them Daisy Dukes
I want ya ass butt naked in a bathin' suit
Gonna keep on drinking till the tummy puke
Got a problem with that, well you can get the boot
Got shotgun pointed to the sky
Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm surely high
Waking and baking, till the noggin' fry
Naked rolling round with a hog and I
Taking from the rich and I give to me one Escalade, two extasy's
Put four more hoes right next to me and I think I found serenity
Back up that buck is mine again I jacked a truck of Heineken
Looks like it's time for a line again [and how about five Klonopin?](368268)
And I start to grin and start to dance
I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my pants
I'm blowing my whole hot damn advance
And we ain't gonna stop till the ambulance
Slow ride a hundred GMCs hooked up Crown Vics with DVDs
Got people down here you'll want to see had the same haircut since '83 Start the bonfire drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the bonfire drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late

Turn up that kicker box shit and take a liquor shot wit' us
Pass the wacky backy sacky to pack in the one hitter
My souls one wisp of wind 'bout a hundred fifty acres
Of friends going as far as these 10 kegs will take us
More sin in the tension then in nights in Vegas
Bunch of ex convicts on booze and baby-dubbies
Good looking barefooted bitches wit' big boobies
Quadruple my pupils and I'm triple the trouble
I pop a double stack Mercedes more groovy than a bag of Ruffles
When the broads get to brawlin' it's on like chili and crackers
But I just sit back cacklin' holding my taliwacker
The sound of the fire cracklin' the breeze through the trees
Give me goosebump like spacklin' believe you me bro
So don't sing it bring it, don't front it run it
Don't hold it roll it, don't tap the gas gun it
Take that shit you talking with you walking, son I done done it Start the bonfire drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the bonfire drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late

Now it's going on 6:30
We drunk and crunk and wet and geek you bet we freak
Now we sloppy grumpy and dirty let the embers burn
Break out another case and call the dope man cuz
We off the chain and we won't never learn

Moonshine in a Mason jar at noon-time, trippin'
Beer is for the guzzelin', this is for the sippin'
When the Sun go down, it sure be goody good
In the dirty dirt, speakin' dirty words
They might be scarred but them boys ain't skerd
I don't know if you heard, you can't polish a turd
Yeah, my vision blurred, my speech a little slurred
But back off of me cracker 'for your ass get hurt

Now it's going on 3:30
We drunk and crunk and wet and geek you bet we freak
Now we sloppy grumpy and dirty let the embers burn
Break out another case and call the dope man cuz
We off the chain and we won't never learn

Start the bonfire drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the bonfire drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the bonfire drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the bonfire drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late

To the window, to the walls
Till the sweat running off my balls
Till the shit runnin' out yo' drawers
Skeet, skeet motherfucker, skeet, skeet
Skeet, skeet motherfucker, skeet, skeet
To the window, to the walls
Till the sweat runnin' off my balls
Till the shit runnin' out yo' drawers
Skeet, skeet motherfucker, skeet, skeet
Skeet, skeet motherfucker, skeet, skeet
Bitch...Pussy...