Lyrics:

A shot of whisky, feelin frisky on a Wednesday
Wishin' that a motherfucker would diss me while I'm tipsy
I'm a gypsy with a pissy attitude
And my latitude is only six degrees from bad mood
I'm not a bad dude, just scruffy beard and tattoos
And my bad views might seem a little too taboo
They only hate me 'cause my mind's in the gutter
For my filthy fuckin' mouth, apologies to my mother
For my filthy fuckin' flow, no apologies needed
For my roots planted in the red clay, deep-seated
Yeah I'm heated with a middle finger pointed at the birds
Preacher speakin' to the heathens only using two words: Fuck you!

Oh, I'm just confused and I've been used up and thrown away
By the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you and I always seem to lose all the games
I play with the world you love, but I'll never love that way

I got welts from bible belts and closed fists
And they wonder why the hell that I'm so pissed
And off my rocker like my papa with a twelve gauge
Rock salt, poppin' acid junkie in a driveway
Doin' it my way, 'Fuck 'em', my philosophy
Swingin' mahogany at bastards with apostrophes
A trailer park heart, Christian in the cul-de-sac
White trash delinquent and lookin for a skull to crack
I use a pen, it's just like minutes on a TracFone
Confess, I'm sick of motherfuckers with no backbone
I'm not alone, got an army full of heathens
They was raised like me and they feelin' how I'm feelin'

Oh, I'm just confused and I've been used up and thrown away
By the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you and I always seem to lose all the games
I play with the world you love, but I'll never love that way

No PC for me please, I'm okay
I seen things differently since 'o'eight
I might give a fuck, just quit givin' a fuck
If you ain't like the shit I spit, then you is shit outta luck
I might get out a truck with the M2 Benelli
Buckshot to the belly through your fuckin' Pelle Pelle
I'm a silly hillbilly with a mental condition
A backwoods devil, seventh son of perdition
A southern tradition, Boondox the scarecrow
Georgia to the bone, wicked to the marrow
The King of Heathens keep on fiendin' for a reason
Murder in the sky, it's the season of the demon

Oh, I'm just confused and I've been used up and thrown away
By the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you and I always seem to lose all the games
I play with the world you love, but I'll never love that way