I dont 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 by boils./ It's so bad i can't even start to tell you,/ my troubles./ It's not about a dog,/or women,/ 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.




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