Y'all cut off all that damn racket Ha ha ha Okay First off we try to tell 'em not to hit the club Broke as hell between us only had a hundred bucks But it was poppin' happy hour so we stopped and had some one dollar drafts It didn't seem much like a problem Then the ladies started boppin' to a Ying Yang song I hit the bar took a shot of two or three I'm gone Saw by buddy dancin' all up on a little hippie chick Took a solid hit a something said we won't remember shit Later heard it from some people we was actin' a donkey All them girls that y'all was with hope you know they was raunchy I don't wanna hear about it man [?] People labeled us some dumb drunk honkies Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra ask the player who is boss Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra-ra-rack Racket County Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra it's a big hood hoss Ra-ra-ra-Racket ra-ra-ra-Racket it's the County I came in like I did because I knew y'all want it I got a Chevy so high I call her Snoop Dog cousin And while y'all follow suit I just kept on truckin' I been cold blooded I'm raw I ain't stepped on nothin' Another pissed off redneck shittin' on your bed set I'll get your skull cracked it's time to get your head checked Come get your neck snap back and I meant that Back road assholes you can GPS that Say we southern and know nothin' of class You can kiss my poor broke country ass I'm drinkin' straight out the bottle and I'm pissin' in my yard Yellin' Racket County ask about me Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra ask the player who is boss Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra-ra-rack Racket County Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra it's a big hood hoss Ra-ra-ra-Racket ra-ra-ra-Racket it's the County It feels good to be a redneck backwoods boss Understood in these woods, yeah I'm that good hoss Now the tops off never should've popped off I did this album baby boy to get my rocks off See you searchin' like an addict yeah you need you a hit You tried to make some racket but I'm pleadin' the fifth And all that riff-raff chit chat stop that shit You better get back kid you over cookin' my grits You got eleven teen hundred and forty-five sold You went backwoods copper and trailer park gold I'm just gonna give you my plaque 'cause I ain't done yet And Racket be the hottest county up under the sun set bet Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra ask the player who is boss Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra-ra-rack Racket County Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra it's a big hood hoss Ra-ra-ra-Racket ra-ra-ra-Racket it's the County So welcome to the troublesome noise the country's runnin' from Like Hank Jr. never sniffed some up off of stripper's buns I blame y'all for this maddenin' direction What'd you expect when the sticks got satellite reception Skull crusher like Stone Cold's partner Nobody touchin' my rhymes this a no hold's bar Put that hatchet to your middle 'til your sternum splinters They think you play for the Lakers out of Doc's Staples Center Backwoods beast like Sasquatch when the track beats And ain't nobody messin' with me this ain't Jack Links So while y'all bicker 'bout what to call this sound I'll be on the tour bus rippin' through y'all town, what Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra ask the player who is boss Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra-ra-rack Racket County Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra it's a big hood hoss Ra-ra-ra-Racket ra-ra-ra-Racket it's the County Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra ask the player who is boss Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra-ra-rack Racket County Ra-ra-ra-rack ra-ra it's a big hood hoss Ra-ra-ra-Racket ra-ra-ra-Racket it's the County