Country Phuck

All the other famers want a hair do just like me. They blame my mom who used to roadie for MDC. And when I go to the hooten-nanny. Everyone wants to dance with me. They want to lick my boots and sit on my studs. Peel them taters, you s*ck! Peel them taters, you Country Phuck! They'll all be listening to hardcore. When they be milking them cows. And when the sun comes up they start to slam. Here comes Uncle Jessie with a shit eating grin. I wonder what he's doing in the sheeps pen. Your sister's your wife, you s*ck! Your sister's your wife, you Country Phuck!