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letra de bonfire (extended) - rehab

[intro danny boone]
everybody gather ’round, cuz you know we are fitting to do this thing
for reezy some serious. put your money in your shoes
and it won’t get wet. come on

here comes a man across the field, honey
here comes a man across the field, babe
here comes a man across the field
he’s kicking up dust like an automobile
honey, oh, baby, mine

[verse 1 brooks buford]
get it up girl, down in them daisy dukes
i want ya -ss b-tt naked in a baby suit
gonna keep on drinking till the tummy puke
got a problem with that, well you can get the boot
got shotgun pointed to the sky
got smoke in the eyes, and i’m surely high
waking and baking, till the noggin’ fry
macon rolling round with a hog and i
taking from the rich and i give to me one escalade, two extasy’s
put four more hoes right next to me and i think i found serenity
back up that buck is mine again i jacked a truck of heineken
looks like it’s time for a line again and how about five klonopin?
and i start to grin and start to dance
i’m speakin’ in tongues, takin’ off my pants
i’m blowing my whole hot d-mn advance
and we ain’t gonna stop till the ambulance
slow ride a hundred gmcs hooked up crown vics with dvds
got people down here you’ll want to see had the same haircut since ’83

[verse 2 danny boone]
better give me that bag of wacky tobacco
them cracker’s ain’t takin’ a d-mn thing
drinking and smokin’, stankin’ and pokin’
banging these hoes, we profane
getting’ it up in the back of a truck
with a bitty with t-tties that’s shaking her b-tt
call me r-t-rded but that’s how we party
bacardi is lord almighty y’all
breaking it down like it ain’t been done
straight jacked to the brain till i see the sun
you a punk fothermucker if you got a gun
leave that at home and just bring your lungs wit
pimp swiggin’, shindiggin’, sh-t kicking, picknicking
big d-cking, thick chickens and it’s sickning
tna and smoking dope in the open, no choking, or joking
the morning rolling, and i’m locing, hoping to leave a jaw broken
soaking in your blood, while i’m stroking your ho in the wide open
with my folks scoping that b-st-rd’s crazy as h-ll!
that’s how we do it down here in georgia
it’s on like a motherf-cker when the weather’s gorgeous
sh-t you industry punks never seen on a tv screen
from radios to porches, to patios, let’s torch it
some b-tch, i pour gas on it crunk?, bet your -ss on it!

[verse 3 brooks]
now it’s about 3:30 i’m seein’ sh-t
screwin’ three or four broads like a trail of p-ss
takin’ three or four rolls i ain’t feelin’ sh-t
give me three or four mo’ ’bout real quick
ain’t nothin’ down here but ‘trailer crank’
poor man with a meth lab and ‘bama stank
man, y’all keep that dyin’ sh-t
motherf-cker do i look like i’m tryin’ to quit?

[verse 3 danny boone]
moonshine in a mason jar at noon-time, trippin’
beer is for the guzzelin’, this is for the sippin’
when the sun go down, it sure be goody good
in the dirty dirt, speakin’ dirty words
they might be scarred but them boys ain’t skerd
i don’t know if you heard, you can’t polish a t-rd
yeah, my vision blurred, my speech a little slurred
but back off of me cracker ‘for your -ss get hurt

[brooks]
now it’s going on 3:30
we drunk and crunk and wet and geek you bet we freak
now we sloppy grumpy and dirty let the embers burn
break out another case and call the dope man cuz
we off the chain and we won’t never learn

[verse 2 danny boone]
turn up that kicker box sh-t and take a liquor shot wit’ us
p-ss the wacky backy sacky to pack in the one hitter
my souls one wisp of wind ’bout a hundred fifty acres
of friends going as far as these 10 kegs will take us
more sin in the tension then in nights in vegas
bunch of ex convicts on booze and baby-dubbies
good looking barefooted b-tches wit’ big b00bies
quadruple my pupils and i’m triple the trouble
i pop a double stack mercedes more groovy than a bag of ruffles
when the broads get to brawlin’ it’s on like chili and crackers
but i just sit back cacklin’ holding my taliwacker
the sound of the fire cracklin’ the breeze through the trees
give me goosebump like sp-cklin’ believe you me bro
so don’t sing it bring it, don’t front it run it
don’t hold it roll it, don’t tap the gas gun it
take that sh-t you talking with you walking, son i done done it

[hook]
start the bonfire drop the tailgate
p-ss the kn-b creek and we can drink it straight
and if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange
we gon’ be up in this motherf-cker real late
start the bonfire drop the tailgate
p-ss the kn-b creek and we can drink it straight
and if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange
we gon’ be up in this motherf-cker real late
start the bonfire drop the tailgate
p-ss the kn-b creek and we can drink it straight
and if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange
we gon’ be up in this motherf-cker real late
start the bonfire drop the tailgate
p-ss the kn-b creek and we can drink it straight
and if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange
we gon’ be up in this motherf-cker real late

to the window, to the walls
till the sweat running off my b-lls
till the sh-t runnin’ out yo’ drawers
skeet, skeet motherf-ckers, skeet, skeet
skeet, skeet motherf-ckers, skeet, skeet
to the window, to the walls
till the sweat runnin’ off my b-lls
till the sh-t runnin’ out yo’ drawers
skeet, skeet motherf-ckers, skeet, skeet
skeet, skeet motherf-ckers, skeet, skeet

- rehab

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