Aside of whisky, feelin frisky, all the wisdom Wishin that a motherfucker would diss me while I'm tipsy I'm a gypsy with a pissy attitude And my latitude is only 6 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 burbs Preacher speakin to the heathens only using two words Fuck you! Oh, misconfused 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 cold spheres 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 ass, some 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 Confessin, I'm sick of motherfuckers with no back bone I'm not alone, got an army full of heathens They was raised like me and they feelin how I'm feelin Oh, misconfused 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 B.C. for me please, I'm okay I see things differently since 08' I might give a fuck, just quit giving a fuck If you ain't like the shit I spit then you is shit outta luck I might get outta truck with the m2 benelli Buck shot to the belly, through your fuckin pelle pelle I'm a silly hillbilly with a mental condition A backwoods devil, 7th son of perdition A southern tradition, Boondox the scarecrow Georgia to the bone, wicked to the marrow The King of Heathen's keeps on fiendin for a reason Murder in the sky, it's the season of the demon Oh, misconfused 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