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The Southwest Song Lyrics

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"Good people sometimes think bad things 
Good people dream bad things, don't you 
Good people even do bad things 
Once in a while, we do" 

Factory smoke and choke in pain 
Cuz Del Ray funk is in my brain 
So I break the law but I'm not to blame 
You only know my place, you don't know my name 

Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal 
And I steal a car and I grip the wheel 
And I park the car then I steal it again 
Cuz I really don't know what's happening 

I wait for night to fall then I walk outside 
And then I run back in cuz I don't wanna die 
You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain 
As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain 

And I pray to God to help me justify 
Look over me cuz my brain is fried 
And I don't have a name, I don't have a home 
I just lay alone on my bed of stone 

You see, death awaits me on my narrow path 
And when I stop to think I can only laugh 
Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long 
To see everybody singing that southwest song 

Wooooooo Oh We-oh 
Everybody singing that southwest song 
Wooooooo Oh We-oh 
Everybody singing that southwest song 

Some say I'm real and some say I'm fake 
But I really don't care cuz it's all too late 
You see, my mind is weak and I'm losing breath 
As I crawl along I can feel the death 

Everywhere I go I bring with me pride 
And then I pay the carny and I take a ride 
But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death 
So I try it again with what pride is left 

If we have to go then you can take me fast 
You see, I started under and I'm sinking fast 
And when the joker's card is missing from your deck 
Then you know the road has finally caught my neck 

Eh, yo, don't look, now, there we go again 
It's me and the grim reaper, best of friends 
He's always hanging round waitin for me to die 
We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy 

I feel him in the corner of a circled room 
At about thirteen in the afternoon 
And then I see the strain as I walk along 
I notice everybody singing that southwest song 

Wooooooo Oh We-oh 
Everybody singing that southwest song 
Wooooooo Oh We-oh 
Everybody singing that southwest song 

What does seem bad to you? 
I'm angry... 
What does seem bad to you? 
I'm angry... 
Everybody singing that southwest song 

If my time has come, then I'm ready to go 
Shoot me in the face with your forty-four 
And when I'm falling down to my soury death 
I'll laugh with my very last breath (hahaha) 

Lose some, win some, that's how it goes 
I've been down and out, I took many blows 
And there ain't nothing here I ain't seen before 
I'm just a jugglin juggla jugglin more 

You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town 
You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down 
You wanna start a family and ya own a home 
I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone 

You see the forks up, I see the forks down 
But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fuck around 
Cuz my brain is gone and it's on it's way 
I'm exploding, so get off me, dog!!! 

And I could be right and I could be wrong 
And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long 
But it does not matter what set you on 
Tonight everybody sings that southwest song 

(6x) 
Wooooooo Oh We-oh 
Everybody singing that southwest song 

"What seems bad to you? 
Is hitting other kids?"

Get Off Me Dog!
"Yo, 2 Dope, man, check this out, man 
You know what the word on the streets is, dawg 
The word on the streets is that you a bitch 
What's up with that, man?" 

Motherfuckers tweek, gotta tweek while ya tweek 
Golley guy's rhythm, cuz me on mic, my on meek 
Get off me, dog, before I sting your chin 
I let my nutsac flap in the wind 
Cuz I'm 2 Dope, clown loco G, 
And it's one chop, two boing, boom chop three 
In the melon, in the back of the melon 
One black, two black eyeballs swelling 
Always back with stickin, taking back what's more to lordy 
Sippin on the blunt, puffing on the 40 
Or the O-Z, muthafuck me 
Fuck Stuart Frankie, they call me 
Jelly jello boy cuz my nutsac jiggles 
And when it's cold out, my nutsac shrivles 
And crawls at my booty all warm and snug 
And gets chased out by the booty ho bug 
Goddamn, I ain't who I am 
I'm always fucking fat bitches named Pam 
Nineteen years of breathing smog 
Has got me mental 
So get off me, dog!... 

Get Off Me, Dog! (14x)

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