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hilbillies 2 - glojou lyrics

ay, hillbillies 2
this sh*t goes harder than my f*cking c*ck inside my cousin
y’all ain’t ready for this sh*t, yeehee b*tch

[chorus]
strummin’ on the banjo back at the barnyard
we ain’t got money so we don’t need credit cards
smashin’ all the beaners’ heads in with my guitar
we never went to school so you know we all r*t*rds
we wanna f*ck our daughters for the second f*cking time
yeah we keep it in the family cause my grandson is my child (woo)
k!lling all the mexicans, i don’t got no remorse (b*tch)
give ’em all painful deaths, stop ’em with my horse, ay (yeehaw)

[verse 1: amarieyo]
ay, young squad full of chickens and we takin’ all your eggs
chillin’ on the porch with the couch and got the 9*gague on my legs
[?] but we sellin’ all this grain
[?]
poppin’ off at all these spicks
they takin’ all our jobs, i ain’t racist or have wits
but got tractors in our garage
[?], louis vuitton
my cousin gave my d*ck a massage

[bridge]
my neighbor outgrew me in crops, so i went and f*cked on his dog
and i never went to school, man i still can’t read the clock
i got no time to f*ck with these hoes, i need to go tend my cows
i told my wife “go make me a sandwich”
give no f*cks, i’m from the south

[verse 2: maxipad]
b*tch you know its maxipad, i’m strummin’ on the banjo
k!ll an indian and take his arrows (yah yah)
load ’em up and shoot a mexican with my crossbow
b*tch you cannot see me cause i am wearing full camo (i’m invisible)
cooking beans and sipping lean, thats on the agenda
i like kids, yes i’m a s*x offender
need to take a p*ss so you best get the umbrella
next year i might set a bomb at coach*lla
run a train through yo city f*ckin’ up the mission
they call me a devil cause i’m f*ckin’ all the christians
i got down syndrome so i can’t get a tuition
i k!lled your mom then i raped my cousin in prison
all these hoes mad cause i just k!lled their father
i really love abortion so i wanna be a doctor
shoot her with my s*m*n and all my kids are fostered
i got your mom but i called her dishwasher

[chorus]
strummin’ on the banjo back at the barnyard
we ain’t got money so we don’t need credit cards
smashin’ all the beaners’ heads in with my guitar
we never went to school so you know we all r*t*rds
we wanna f*ck our daughters for the second f*cking time
yeah we keep it in the family cause my grandson is my child (woo)
k!lling all the mexicans, i don’t got no remorse (b*tch)
give ’em all painful deaths, stop ’em with my horse, ay (yeehaw)

[verse 3: fetu$]
six more shots to his d*ck, i’ma dip
i’ma pull up with the horse and get it lit in this b*tch
repeater with the scope, holds eleven never miss
i still get little more than just a kiss from a b*tch
i’m a wild little bandit, they stop flexing they can’t stand it
don’t you take your life for granted
see the [?], i’m offended
causin’ damage, you can’t manage it
with the shock runnin’ rampant
and a pistol in my hand, smellin’ worse than f*ckin’ rancid
[?], never plan it
i can’t stand it, [?]
money cramped, pistol blaming
my b*tch bad like [?]
went too high, never landing
they call me crippled, i can’t stand it
and if you wanna test me just know the gang gon’ make you can it

yeah, daughter*f*cking rednecks in the b*tch
i had s*x with my sister, yeehaw
yo b*tch think i’m a foreign racist but nah, i be k!lling ever race b*tch, yeah

[verse 4: kaboom]
chopper on your godd*mn head, i’mma pull the trigger
f*ckin’ on your [?], i’m a redneck [?]
i don’t m*st*rbate, i just bust nuts inside my sister
i don’t give a f*ck, she gon’ give me head and then i kiss her
wack*tooth fool cause he walk close to my farm
cop tried to pull me over, ran him over with my car
all we listen to is glojou cause that sh*t is f*ckin’ fire
yeah that hillbillies song burns more rubber than my tires
team chowder raided me but they didn’t know what hit ’em
got my family loaded up, those fools didn’t even last a minute
got the army on our ass, we just pullin’ out more shotties
i respect all the troops, but i might have to catch a body
bust a tractor open, hope [?]
i’m committing terrorist attacks like it’s iran
then i go and f*ck a hooker and that p*ssy tastes like slime
then i go back to my home and you know that i’m…

[chorus]
strummin’ on the banjo back at the barnyard
we ain’t got money so we don’t need credit cards
smashin’ all the beaners’ heads in with my guitar
we never went to school so you know we all r*t*rds
we wanna f*ck our daughters for the second f*cking time
yeah we keep it in the family cause my grandson is my child (woo)
k!lling all the mexicans, i don’t got no remorse (b*tch)
give ’em all painful deaths, stop ’em with my horse, ay (yeehaw)

[verse 5: yungmilfchaser]
i just f*cked my sister
when i pull up called me n*gger
look at me [?]
so my little son tapped that
nasty give him [?]
smoking on her asscrack
slap it, it might slap back
sister knocking on my door and i know that she wants sauce so i let her in
tell her to lay her mouth on my b*lls
i’mma call the cops
i don’t give a f*ck
bust it in the house
bust it in her b*tt
go outside, f*ck a little kid inside my truck
little n*gga had a twin, now i’m boutta double bust
all these rancid old ladies on my d*ck, b*tch its dust
and your girlfriend is a r*t*rd, she’s on handicap crutch
me and glojou f*ckin’ on our daughters we get litty
f*ck her in her apple juice now she gettin’ tipsy
grab a shotgun and i shoot aliens like i’m [?]
d*ck inside the booty hole, it gets sh*tty

i’m a hillbilly and you know that i f*ck my cousins everyday
i f*ck my cousins and i do it in the dozens
i pull up to the reunion with my f*ckin’ d*ck out
see a fine cousin now it’s time to get to work now
i’m the redneck king b*tch, bow the f*ck down
abraham lincoln freed the slaves, what a f*ckin’ clown
pull up to the black family with my f*ckin’ noose out
show these n*ggas what a true redneck is about
b*tch i’m a hillybilly strummin’ on the banjo
see a couple n*ggers so i’m busting down the door
blood on the tile floor, n*ggers are no more
i’m a democrat, thought that you should know

born in my backyard, i’m a f*ckin’ r*t*rd
cruisin’ downtown in my tractor, f*ck cars
f*ck immigrants, comin’ over with no cards
i’m an american, and i do my part

ay, hillbillies 2 in this b*tch
produced by glojou
hope you enjoyed this sh*tty f*cking song
uuhh, i’m outta here

- glojou lyrics

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