We're running out of karma and here's mud in your eye,
I guess it's you.
I'm gonna love you till you die!
I got a candy-coating,
In a barrel of brine,
I guess it's you,
You're gonna take me for a ride.
I'm gonna make you howl like a trailer-park wife,
On the first day of her new life,
She's a big, big brider,
Got the devil inside her,
Back in my jeans,
Hotter than a meth-lab-fire.
She'll change a brother,
Slide it up and break rhymes,
It's such a beautiful position,
Got electrical vibes.
Put tequila into my lime,
Be the liberty of life,
Just chop it up,
I don't need no cook,
Got an interchangeable knife,
We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie,
I guess it's you, (I guess it's you)
I guess it's you who gonna cry.
If you wanna make a baby, rip it out of your side,
I guess it's you, (I guess it's you),
You gonna spread 'em open wide.
She's a rollin'-pin momma and a rational wife,
Man, it's such an interesting life,
Yeah, I know that girl.
What I might be lacking in class,
Make up for in ass.
Try stripping down and flying,
Down the interstate fast,
With original sin,
Dancin' for my lips when I talk,
Got a shotgun rack,
In the back of my truck.
Pull the shift full into first,
It's all ready to burst,
And the second,
Go into third,