Throw Away - Boondox/Jamie Madrox

Lyrics by：Boondox/Jamie Madrox

A shot of whisky feelin frisky on a Wednesday

Wishin' that a ************ would diss me while I'm tipsy

I'm a gypsy with a pissy attitude

And my latitude is only 6 degrees from bad mood

I'm not a bad dude just scruffy beard and tattoos

And my bad views might seem a little too taboo

They only hate me 'cause my mind's in the gutter

For my filthy ******* mouth apologies to my mother

For my filthy ******* flow no apologies needed

For my roots planted in the red clay deep-seated

Yeah I'm heated with a middle finger pointed at the birds

Preacher speakin' to the heathens only using two words **** you

Oh I'm just confused

And I've been used up and thrown away

By the world you love again

Oh I'm just like you

And I always seem to lose all the games

I play with the world you love

But I'll never love that way

I got welts from bible belts and closed fists

And they wonder why the hell that I'm so pissed

And off my rocker like my papa with a twelve gauge

Rock salt poppin' acid junkie in a driveway

Doin' it my way **** 'em my philosophy

Swingin' mahogany at bastards with apostrophes

A trailer park heart Christian in the cul-de-sac

White trash delinquent and lookin for a skull to crack

I use a pen it's just like minutes on a trac fone

Confess I'm sick of ************* with no backbone

I'm not alone got an army full of heathens

They was raised like me and they feelin' how I'm feelin'

Oh I'm just confused

And I've been used up and thrown away

By the world you love again

Oh I'm just like you

And I always seem to lose all the games

I play with the world you love

But I'll never love that way

No PC for me please I'm okay

I seen things differently since 08

I might give a **** just quit givin' a ****

If you ain't like the **** I spit then you is **** outta luck

I might get out a truck with the M2 Benelli

Buckshot to the belly through your ******* Pelle Pelle

I'm a silly hillbilly with a mental condition

A backwoods devil seventh son of perdition

A southern tradition boondox the scarecrow

Georgia to the bone wicked to the marrow

The king of heathens keep on fiendin' for a reason

Murder in the sky it's the season of the demon

Oh I'm just confused

And I've been used up and thrown away

By the world you love again

Oh I'm just like you

And I always seem to lose all the games

I play with the world you love

But I'll never love that way