☆ FILTHY ☆

Описание: FILTHY — TRIGGERGANG (Cracked)
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LYRIC
call me cracker like that's gonna matter
real white trash
call me cracker i dont give a fuck

callin me a cracker like it's gone matter
fuck round got me bustin out with laughter
fucked up head life been a disaster
believe me

real cracker laughin roll smoke full metal jacket
devils kin can tell by the skin blunt full of relapse
bitch I’m a menace real dirt road savage
real cracker got the chrome in my mattress
boy wildin heart made savage not braggin
say the wrong shit watch a mother fucker flip quick
real cracker born in the slime an you ain't shit
chewin on pain it hits deep in the sticks
mud stuck luck gone still proud wit nothin at all
no bluff get dropped where you standin ho
be gone real cracker though
funny you thinkin gone do me wrong
real big mouth introduced to smith & Wesson
get taught a lesson meth rolls still though
not around long ghostin dirt road chosen
white trashy thangs wouldn't understand
you know this in the sticks posted
none gone on but believe it's loaded
broke as hell thuggin in slides bitch
guns in the fridge roaches on the outside of it
ain’t no lease just threats an stained sheets
sleepin shifts countin’ bands
granny on the porch wit a rifle in her hands
heard her cussin out sayin it ain’t true
photo on the wall crooked, its of me an you
devil in the jar and he barked right back
burnt spoon too passed down through
ain’t shit changed just the strain on the heart
crackhead neighbors got dogs that always bark
youngens throw rocks at the cop cars parked
use to sleep filthy hated the roaches and rats
now it’s 30 round clips tucked so many straps
smoke thick like permanently what thats past
still lightin up loud out the stash
got stacks enough to fill up bags
trailer park reaper grinnin with gold in my teeth
mud on my jeans stompin them dusty streets
white boy wicked loose lips sink ships
hate in my heart ill use my hands no bitch
blowin smoke at the judge afterwards gotta run
with a fifth of the cheapest an a sawedoff gun
still piss in the yard still duck from the law
still smack a fool if he look at me wrong
this that cracker shack backwoods hostile
white tee bloodied still smilin at the trial
tried to chain me blame me bury the boy
but I came from somewhere that brings pain with enjoy
filthy cracker built for the pain
bleach killin shame white boy insane
ain’t scared to rot ain’t scared to ride
put you in the ditch where no one gone find

trailer got wheels but it still don’t move
never broke but the fridge still got no food
mama in the room too watchin' her shows
while I weigh out grams with the window closed
county full of felons sheriff kin one them dudes
cookin 24 hour non drowsy on the stove
stashed it an got vents full of dope
rent ain't paid never made sense of it
hollow point loaded still feel the shit
lived off EBT and what you could get
piss test hot no talk dash out the spot
I’ll knock a mother fucker out over cash
slick with the blade no dirt on my name
slept on long like a shot of nyquil
takin care of business got em pullin up still
grow my own labeled wit pain deep inside
fell in love wit the .223 was love at first sight
sold to smoke married crime gone 9 to 5
flag on, ain’t bout colors I'm white wit pride
boy flexin wit my life on the line
got it tucked lookin when Im slidin by
wrangler jeans an a bag full of weed
ten toes down don’t flee when it comes to beef
dogs in the yard and a glock in the seat
cracker by blood don’t need a pass
raised where all the trailers at dealt with the bible wrath
real life living wit no laws still got the trailer park stash time and two still left to kill rides clean dirty too
can't explain how it feel worn out tony llama's
an a button up flannel deal with shit
most can't even handle power cut no lights
survived nights wit candles
my hands still deliver want a sample?
call me cracker like I ain’t privileged
I'm just sayin thats what you comin at me wit
I’ll embrace the shit scream it in yo face bitch
six pack ends in sins shot gun starts stutterin
speakin wit a tongue twist raised on hate
I’m done wit all that preachin shit
just me an the ghost of my kin folk meanin if i show up some one ain't leavin’ didn't know to say bye last time you seen em real deal king pin don't know what you thinkin ain't touchin this but bitch keep dreamin

the fuck you done got started?

I’ll shoot first
i'm a real cracker

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