Two Time Slim-Snatch/The Poontangs

歌手 : Snatch / The Poontangs

专辑 : Johnny Otis Presents: Snatch And The Poontangs

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:59

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TXT Two Time Slim-Snatch/The Poontangs 文本歌词

Two Time Slim - Snatch/The Poontangs

Yeah

Say baby

Do you know who I am

I'm Bam Bim

Two Time Slim

The High Sheriff said

From Hell

I'm the motherf**ker that rode zigzag lightnin'

Down the middle of the Panama Canal

I'm known from the coast of Maine to the coast of Spain

You can look on the Golden Gate Bridge

And see my goddamn name

I was converted with two 45s on my side

And baptised in a barrel of butcher knives

The stains of all those whip cane mark my hide

A rattlesnake bit me

And that motherf**ker crawled off and died

I hunt trouble every day of my life

Of peace and quiet I do despise

You see baby

I'm 48 inches across my chest

And don't fear a goddamn thing between life and death

I'm the baddest motherf**ker you've ever seen

I'm worse than a bucket nightmare in a midnight dream

You see

Everything that I do is wrong

If I go to the store I stay too long

If I bring back butter I should have got lard

When I get ready to f**k

My dick ain't hard

But don't play me cheap 'cause I'm skinnin' and grinnin'

And doing my little laugh

'Cause I'm the kinda cocksucker to start

An uprisin' in a motherf**ker's a**

Yeah

I might as well get shitty

Right down to the bone

You know I beat three murder cases

'Fore I was grown

I carry a 38 special built on a 45 frame

It shoots tombstone bullets ball and chain

I sing graveyard songs and I ain't lyin'

I'm a bad motherf**ker and I don't mind dyin'

I bolted down lightnin' and captured thunder

I've done some sh*t that made the whole world wonder

During the war the army laid down their guns

And I won the fight

I've been known to eat a wild gorilla

From asshole to appetite

Among the 'hos you might hear my name ring

But a b**ch with a head shaped

Like a four way cold tablet

Liable to say any goddamn thing

You know when I go home

I have to walk 44 miles of barbed wire

When I dressed go out

I wear a cobra snake for a necktie

My house is high on a cliff

And it hangs over the edge

And it's made out of human skulls

And if I don't start some sh*t

And kick 20 bad asses 'fore noon

My whole day seems kinda dull

Yeah

The drink I like best is hydrochloric acid

And I keep me some around

I pissed next to a fireproof bomb shelter

And burnt that motherf**ker down

But I want you to excuse me

For being so bold

But I'm the type of son-of-a-b**ch

That crawl over fifty good pussies

To get to one fat boy's asshole

You see when I was young

And in my prime

I could catch a 'ho any old time

Now I'm old and grey and very cold

And I can't get a b**ch to save my soul

So up to it down to it

Damn the man that won't do it

But he'll run his nasty hands through it

Ought to be tied to it and made to do it

'Cause he ain't used to it

I'm Bam Bim

Two Time Slim