Lyrics:

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.