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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snot
Snot
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Lynn Strait
James Lynn Strait
Composer
Michael Doling
Michael Doling
Composer
John Fahnestock
John Fahnestock
Composer
Ronald Mayo Jr.
Ronald Mayo Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Ray
T-Ray
Producer
Phil Nicolo
Phil Nicolo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, I killed my dad in a con gone bad
Nearly drank myself to death
But when he died he said Lou had the cake
So I caught a bus headin' west
[Verse 2]
I saw the numbers running through a small cafe
And I knew I'd find my Uncle Lou
That's when Ed stepped up, he said pick a card
Said shape the con before it shapes you
[Verse 3]
Who sent ya?
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Yeah, who sent ya?
Who sent ya, who sent ya?
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Yeah, who sent ya?
[Verse 4]
Now I met my uncle for the very first time
And he sent me on a con with Ed
Now we came callin' on his girl Diane
A blonde bimbo dressed in red
[Verse 5]
I guess pigeon dropping was the name of the game
And I had to pay my dues
Well, fun time family fun was the plan
Said shape the con before it shapes you
[Verse 6]
Who sent ya?
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Yeah, who sent ya?
Who sent ya, baby girl?
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Yeah, who sent ya?
[Verse 7]
Sam Peckinpah tried to choke Eddie out
But he cut him from his ear to ear
Well he grabbed old Lou and screamed "We fucked now"
On his face, a twisted jeer
Well he took old Lou down to the same café
And Eddie couldn't have been much higher
When he tied him up it was his intent
To put his head in that deep fryer
[Verse 8]
Diane told me and I tackled Ed
And we did a little wiggle and dance
When we were done Ed got a hot head, said
WELL VIVE LA FUCKIN' FRANCE, MAN!
[Verse 9]
Someone's tryin' to kill me, man
(Who'd try to kill you, Eddie?)
The fuckin' hangers!
[Verse 10]
Someone's tryin' to kill me, man
(Who'd try to kill you, Eddie?)
The fuckin' hangers!
I guess I maybe, friend
(All fuckin' summer long sugar)
[Verse 11]
Who sent ya?
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Yeah, who sent ya?
Who sent ya, baby girl?
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Yeah, who sent ya?
[Verse 12]
You shape the con or it'll shape you
You shape the con
You shape the con or it'll shape you
You shape the con
[Verse 13]
Praise fucking God!
Written by: James Lynn Strait, John Fahnestock, Michael Doling, Ronald Mayo Jr.
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