Jamie Madrox, Boondox - Throw Away lyrics
[Jamie Madrox, Boondox - Throw Away lyrics]
A shot of whisky, feelin frisky
All the wisdom
Wishin that a motherfucker would diss
Me while I'm tipsy
I'm a gypsy with a pissy attitude
And my latitude is only 6
Degrees from bad mood i'm not a bad dude
Just scruffy beard and tattoos
And my bad views might seem
A little too taboo
They only hate me cause my
Mind's in the gutter
For my filthy fuckin mouth
Apologies to my mother
For my filthy fuckin flow
No apologies needed
For my roots planted in the red clay
Deep-seated yeah I'm heated with a middle
Finger pointed at the birds
Preacher speakin to the heathens
Only using two words fuck you!
Oh, I'm just confused
And I've been used up and thrown away
By the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose
All the games I play
With the world you love but
I'll never love that way
I got welts from bible belts and closed fists
And they wonder why the hell
That I'm so pissed
And off my rocker like my
Papa with a twelve gauge
Rock salt, poppin ass
Some junkie in a driveway
Doin it my way, "Fuck em", my philosophy
Swingin mahogany at bastards with apostrophes
A trailer park heart
Christian in the cul-de-sac
White trash delinquent and lookin for
A skull to crack i use a pen
It's just like minutes on a TracFone
Confessin, I'm sick of motherfuckers
With no backbone
I'm not alone, got an army full of heathens
They was raised like me and
They feelin how I'm feelin
Oh, I'm just confused
And I've been used up and thrown away
By the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose
All the games I play
With the world you love but
I'll never love that way
No BC for me please, I'm okay
I see things differently since ‘08
I might give a fuck, just quit giving a fuck
If you ain't like the shit I spit
Then you is shit outta luck
I might get outta truck with the M2 Benelli
Buck shot to the belly
Through your fuckin Pelle Pelle
I'm a silly hillbilly with
A mental condition
A backwoods devil, 7th son of perdition
A southern tradition, Boondox the scarecrow
Georgia to the bone, wicked to the marrow
The King of Heathens keeps on
Fiendin for a reason murder in the sky
It's the season of the demon
Oh, I'm just confused
And I've been used up and thrown away
By the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose
All the games I play
With the world you love but
I'll never love that way
All the wisdom
Wishin that a motherfucker would diss
Me while I'm tipsy
I'm a gypsy with a pissy attitude
And my latitude is only 6
Degrees from bad mood i'm not a bad dude
Just scruffy beard and tattoos
And my bad views might seem
A little too taboo
They only hate me cause my
Mind's in the gutter
For my filthy fuckin mouth
Apologies to my mother
For my filthy fuckin flow
No apologies needed
For my roots planted in the red clay
Deep-seated yeah I'm heated with a middle
Finger pointed at the birds
Preacher speakin to the heathens
Only using two words fuck you!
Oh, I'm just confused
And I've been used up and thrown away
By the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose
All the games I play
With the world you love but
I'll never love that way
I got welts from bible belts and closed fists
And they wonder why the hell
That I'm so pissed
And off my rocker like my
Papa with a twelve gauge
Rock salt, poppin ass
Some junkie in a driveway
Doin it my way, "Fuck em", my philosophy
Swingin mahogany at bastards with apostrophes
A trailer park heart
Christian in the cul-de-sac
White trash delinquent and lookin for
A skull to crack i use a pen
It's just like minutes on a TracFone
Confessin, I'm sick of motherfuckers
With no backbone
I'm not alone, got an army full of heathens
They was raised like me and
They feelin how I'm feelin
Oh, I'm just confused
And I've been used up and thrown away
By the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose
All the games I play
With the world you love but
I'll never love that way
No BC for me please, I'm okay
I see things differently since ‘08
I might give a fuck, just quit giving a fuck
If you ain't like the shit I spit
Then you is shit outta luck
I might get outta truck with the M2 Benelli
Buck shot to the belly
Through your fuckin Pelle Pelle
I'm a silly hillbilly with
A mental condition
A backwoods devil, 7th son of perdition
A southern tradition, Boondox the scarecrow
Georgia to the bone, wicked to the marrow
The King of Heathens keeps on
Fiendin for a reason murder in the sky
It's the season of the demon
Oh, I'm just confused
And I've been used up and thrown away
By the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose
All the games I play
With the world you love but
I'll never love that way