Ladies and Gentlemen let's direct our attention to chute number one In it is a man that you know very well He is a living legend, he is a rock star, a superstar None other than Mr Bo Bundy The Houston, Texas cowboy is gonna attempt to ride The unridden bull they call the Lone Star I'm a young hell raiser, cocaine chaser Texas two-stepping down south, bitch taker All about my paper bitch I'm always on the road Lifted F250, bitch you know we rolling cold And I'm snorting coke like I'm never going broke Been up a couple days, I ain't never going home This is all I know, everywhere I go All I see is big titty bitches at my shows If the cops pull me over I'ma tell 'em suck my dick I got that bail money, I ain't never stressing shit One in the chamber, thirty in the clip And another thirty thousand on my motherfucking wrists The John Wayne of cocaine Everybody let's get rowdy Waylon up for days He just [?] Cocaine cowboys what they call us Better go and lock your donna Spiked diamond chain all round my neck Pedal, piece of metal, bitch I aim for the head I like to get my dick sucked riding in my big truck Camo head to toe, yeah we aiming for the big bucks Thirty-seven needles just in case we get big stuck Jamming Waylon Jennings [?] in that big truck Been a fuck up for as long as I remember On this cocaine, this a three-day bender Snow year round so every day December Young Tex Mex flex like Freddy Fender I get real rowdy with them boys down south 40X felt with them diamonds in my mouth Sipping Wockhardt bitch we never seen a trout I want a dozen acres in [?] John Wayne of cocaine Everybody let's get round it Waylon up for days He just [?] Cocaine cowboys what they call us Better go and lock your donna Spiked diamond chain all round my neck Pedal, piece of metal, bitch I aim for the head