I don't 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 my boils. It's so bad I can't even start to tell you, My troubles.
It's not about a dog, Or women, Or 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.