County road two thirty three under my feet nothing on this wide but little ole me
I got two miles till he makes bill and if im were headed straight for hell,
I'm going home gonna load my shot gun wait by the door and light a ciggarett
He wants a fight well now hes got one he ain't seen me crazy yet he slapped my face
and shook me like a ragg doll, his fist is big but my guns bigger im gonna show him
when I pull the trigger.
I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of gun powder and lead.
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