April is the cruelest month
Dispet got dem Rugers ma
In our belts we do this hun

You messin wit the truest, ma

Oh, la, la, the chick ain't got no soutien gorge

Like Grampa on the rocking porch
I'm droolin wit my rocks en-gorged...


Fiends want my rock I'm sure
And I deliver like the Stork
Stork, Starks, stocks, FARC

Y'all need an underwriter
But I got JR Writer
My ^!$$% under write ya

Oversell ya
He the fella