Travis Barker & Yelawolf - Whistle Dixie

Water full of trash straight to the ocean All black van is slowly rollin' Headlights off, don't be the chosen Think it's a game then drop the token Oh shit, creek without a paddle That's just life, I'm in the saddle No rest, no bitch, we don't tattle Snakes don't always shake the rattle

All these cops, they want a quota Too much hype on Coca-Cola Lucy smoke, oh yeah, you know her She's that bitch who restin' over Took that bite, you bit the apple You know me, I'm hard to tackle Break me down, homie, you wish You couldn't catch that fish with golden tackle

Give me, give me 'til it's empty Too much money isn't plenty It's not enough, it's not any Come, come on, just use the jimmy They all want to bust a nut in Drop the bomb, push the button Be the king, be the sultan Some of this shit is so insultin'

Break the broken, make the chosen Choose to lose the rope that tied you down and soaked in Gas the staff and light the match and leave you smokin' Chokin' on the fumes, the latest news

Life's a wicked, life's a mystery And please don't be the witness to the sickness They'll just end it when it's something Death would run from the steps of Country Fresh