C**t of a Bitch

Radio Chick here Anybody got me kiddin' out there? Whoo, yeah! What a fuckin' dream song Hey, goddamn it (one time) That bitch done knocked me the fuck out (Oh, you got knocked over your ass, goddamn) That bitch, she stole my cocaine (look out!) She's wanted all around And I did my best to watch my ass But she done took me down (get her, boys) That bitch, she stole my cocaine And now she's on the run Well, I heard she was even fucking a cop Just to steal his loaded gun (fuck) I met her in Texarkana, I was drinking pirate rum She said she wanted to suck my dick and make me wanna cum Then all of a sudden I just saw black, and I woke up on the ground And that cunt of a bitch, she took my wallet and that's how it went down That bitch, she took my cocaine And now she's on the run And I'm gonna pistol whip her With my fucking loaded gun (get her, boys) That bitch, she stole my cocaine And I'm gonna hunt her down And when I see her goddamn face She ain't gonna be so proud He met her in Texarkana, he was trying to stay alive That bitch, she tried to kill him and tried to fuck his life He did his best to watch his ass, but she done took him down He just got a tip that she's in Tennessee now Jesus Christ Old rebel Alan King from Hellstomper got the sound I wish I was making the story up, but that's how it went down You know the King always gives his best hillbilly advice He'd rather killed that bitch, but instead he kept her alive That bitch, she took my cocaine And now she's on the run I did my best to watch my ass But she done had some fun That bitch, she took my cocaine And now she's on the run Well, I heard she's even fucking Johnny Law Just to steal his loaded fucking goddamn son of a bitchin' gun Fuck all I asked her if she want Break my fucking leg Get 'her, boys Yeah, she, that cunt, she's standing right there with another victim in her eyes And I know she's gettin' ready takin' him around back just to tell him about her lies Ah, you know I'm creepin' around that in corner, I got a damn good surprise I'm gonna wrap that bitch in old rusted barbed wire, make her set her own ass on fire Well, I met her in Texarkana and I was drinking pirate rum She said she wanted to turn some tricks and play with my loaded gun But then all of a sudden, I just saw black and I woke up on the ground That cunt of a bitch, she took my wallet and that's how it went down That bitch, she stole Hank's cocaine But she can't get too far Whatever that bitch had in mind And used to got some bar That bitch, she stole Hank's cocaine But now she's on the ground That devil came a-knockin' When the Lord is out of town He used to smoke his neon when she walked in haze Until that pistol whip that bitch to the other side of her brain She done me wrong in every way you'd never do a man And brought that cheap cocaine that served the promised land Well, Alan King from Hellstomper helped me get to south He said if I had killed that bitch, I'd be up 'til by now You know it's time for the hillbilly king to sing another line 'Cause he's the one who created this sound with all his rebel pride That bitch, she stole Hank's cocaine But now she's on the ground That devil came a-knocking When the Lord is out of town That bitch, she stole Hank's cocaine But now she's on the ground The devil came a-knockin' When the Lord is out of town Fuckin' bitch Too hard bitch, I'm gonna act in a c-c-c-country style Goddamn it, boy Country style Texas wine, Tennessee fire Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine Texas wine, Tennessee fire Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine Texas wine, Tennessee fire Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine Texas wine, Tennessee fire Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine Texas wine, Tennessee fire Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine Texas wine, Tennessee fire Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine Texas wine (hey-hey) Tennessee fire (hey-hey) Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine (hey-hey) Yeah, we're born poor, raised from Tennessee Ain't no fakin' it Texas wine, Tennessee fire Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine Texas wine, Tennessee fire Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine Are you ready to go to Houston town, boy? Don't do no cocaine, son Always stick with the speed Thank ya Goddamn "Train Song"