Throw Away-Boondox/Jamie Madrox

Throw Away (Explicit) - Boondox/Jamie Madrox Aside of whisky feelin frisky all the wisdom Wishin that a motherf**ker 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 f**kin' mouth apologies to my mother For my filthy f**kin' 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 burbs Preacher speakin to the heathens only using two words F**k you Oh misconfused 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 cold spheres 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 a** some junkie in a driveway Doin it my way f**k '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 trackfone Confessin' I'm sick of motherf**kers 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 misconfused 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 bc for me please I'm okay I see things differently since 08' I might give a f**k just quit giving a f**k If you ain't like the sh*t I spit then you is sh*t outta luck I might get outta truck with the M2 Benelli Buck shot to the belly through your F**kin' pelle pelle I'm a silly hillbilly with a mental condition A backwoods devil 7th son of perdition A southern tradition boondox the scarecrow Georgia to the bone wicked to the marrow The king of heathen's keeps on fiendin for a reason Murder in the sky it's the season of the demon Oh misconfused 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