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[Intro]
These donuts are delicious... son of a b*tch! We got a 10-94 on Hines Road, requesting backup. Repeat, 10-94 on Hines Road heading southbound. I'm in pursuit!

[Verse 1]
Pick up, pick up, daddy's in the pickup
Got so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccups
You don't want it with me, sucker, just look up
Beer flyin' in this mothaf*cka like bird sh*t
Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, b*tch
Crook as a picture on Sunday
My maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai
Chevy's up, we got low lives and bow ties
Up sh*t's creek, I'll take you for a boat ride
Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips
Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll Tide
You're playin' golf in lightning? So am I
Dressed in a tin man suit
Drinkin' a tin can too, that is 110 proof, uh
Man if I only had a heart for you b*tches
I'd get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches
But mama only raised Hell
So when you're done diggin' that ditch, b*tch, bury yourself, boaw
Pass me that Colt .45
I'm partyin' 'til my f*ckin' throat sore and dry

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm goin' down
[Chorus]
Aw, man—you gotta love it
I'm on my way
Hey, mama, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy"
I'm country-rich, no budget
Got to get paid
Hey, daddy, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy"

[Verse 2]
Uh, You drivin' drunk, better lift your seat up
Cause cops pull us over just to f*ckin' meet us
Cause Marshall's a Rap God, damn right
Well, then I guess that makes me Jesus
So turn this water to whiskey
Watch the dirty south go from dirty to filthy
High class only means stoned in school
Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool
Smoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal's brown
So what I got spokes on this b*tch, and?
The lift kicks like climbin' into a spaceship
UFO's, unidentified flyin' Oldsmobiles
And mobile homes, amen
I can still smell the kerosene leakin'
I should've seen the signs, I was blowin' up
Either in a trailer home or a pickup
Hey, Bubba, your baby boy is in big trouble
I f*ckin' ran through a briar patch and got cut up
Now I'm wide open in front of the whole town
I bled for the game, I guess it's obvious now
I'm goin' down now, he told me wear it with pride
You wanna take the hard road you gotta cherish the ride
Most mothaf*ckers won't jump to embarrass the fly
Can't build a legacy up, then let it perish and die
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm goin' down

[Chorus]
Aw, man, you gotta love it
I'm on my way
Hey, mama, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy"
I'm country-rich, no budget
Got to get paid
Hey, daddy, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy"
Aw, man—you gotta love it
I'm on my way
Hey, mama, all around the town they're sayin'
"He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy"