Howdy, son--you can't fuck with me,
I'm untouchable, dig?
Black gold pumpin' through my veins,
Child, we'll give you a smile, a thumbs up
Promise you whatever you wanna hear
(Out of my ass)
So hell, roll out that red carpet boys,
I'm living the the good life.


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