Deepest South

Written by Douglas Firestein

You must be trippin’ son
Where is the rest of my cash?
I told you not to play with me
Now i’m takin’ it out of your ass

You missed this installment
Ain’t no more payment plans
Get your sorry self in the car
Cos you about to die, man

I’m gonna drive you down
Into the deepest south
Lay you under a Camaro
Shoot the cinder blocks out

As the car crushes your body
I’ll sip on some sweet tea
Admiring the new paint job
Your blood leaves

You went and done it boy
Now i’m really upset
Took advantage of my kindness
Now i’m bashin’ in your head

You ran your damn mouth
And it has gotten me pissed
You’re about to taste
Every knuckle on this fist

I’m gonna drive you down
Into the deepest south
Lay you under a Camaro
Shoot the cinder blocks out

As the car crushes your body
I’ll sip on some sweet tea
Admiring the new paint job
Your blood leaves

Feel the wind blowin’ through my curls
(Its blowin)
I’m the strongest man in the world
(The wind is blowin’)
But you my friend
You my friend ARE DEAD

I’m gonna drive you down
Into the deepest south
Lay you under a Camaro
Shoot the cinder blocks out

As the car crushes your body
I’ll sip on some sweet tea
Admiring the new paint job
Your blood leaves