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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
Interchangeable knife
She's a big, big brider got the devil inside her
Burger-cook back in my jeans hotter than a meth-lab-fire
She'll change a brother kickin' times 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, yeah
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
International knife
Hey, 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
Easy neckin', go into third, into fourth, ooh
Ooh, interchangeable knife
Interchangeable knife