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Call the cops, call the cops
Got mad mother$#&@ing !@!@&& crops

Got lime trees and lemon trees
Got 20 dirty (*##$es down on their knees
Water, water, H2O

No big screens, no HBO
Tomato, tomato, potato, potato
These hoes just won the fat boy lotto

Ma'am, please let me use your grotto, hefty (*##$es is my motto
If you get on top, hooker, I think you might break my throttle
I'll knock your head off, you softer than a (*##$'s skin

You stupid (*##$es cannot win, $#&@ your wifey in the face
And then I'll take your next of kin, rented ten, I'll stick a !@(*
In your $#&@ing fish food, which dude's fish food

A rich dude's fish food, I got an iPad
IMac body and your mama sucks my dick when she's high on mollies
Mollies


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We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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Dirt Nasty and %#@!

This is agriculture
I grab a vulture
Who left that soda on the table?

Grab a coaster
Girls wanna cuddle
Yeah, they wanna snuggle

Aw, that's a cute teddy bear
Put it in your butt hole
Ooh what you know 'bout me, Dirt Nasty, (*##$, I'm a farmer

Come through with a ugly $$# ho, call her two-headed llama
She wanna sleep on me, better bring some pajamas
I got a white boy Entourage, Johnny Drama


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We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum
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Ay, yo

Spandex, Spandex, I pull up with a lamb text
Too strudel, toaster strudel, ballin' on you poodles
Two cougars, 40 plus, clutching Rugers

Blackout the two seater, MC Hammer, have you seen her
40 karats in the gallon
It's apparent, your parents, got 'em runnin' like mascara

Tempers flaring, I pull up in the Ric Flair McClaren
Four bad (*##$es on probation, are you sharing
Got 'em jealous, 20 inches, all you fellas chop the tellers

Got 'em running over Jerome Bettis, Versace lettuce
No dieting, Gucci eyelids, I go to sleep, snobby pilots


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Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
We are farmers, bum ba dum bum bum bum bum