Lyrics

I don't rock the jukebox Or hustle the women I'm deep drownin' in trouble and not even swimmin' I can't begin to tell you my toils My trouble is worse than my face being eaten off by boils It's so bad I can't even start to tell you My troubles It's not about a dog Or women Nothin' What you're gonna have to see is: I took my cousin Cletus's chew water and I drank it I drunk it all up and now I've got cancer of the esophagus