You have those drugged up floozies sending your made up lies to my telephone and when I blocked that number here they obey you and send it from another one!! Aren't you getting enough to eat, oh hayell I forgot, they don't know how to cook!! But they sure know how to walk those streets and they surely for those drugs will hook!! Don't you ever have them come banging on my door again, or one day they'll be missing their favorite drug dealing man!! As I live and breathe I will enjoy my life, and sit on the porch with my music playing as much as I like!! Well as I sit and listen to the songs that I write, I'm enjoying the entertainment that comes on down the pike!! Hookers and their pimps just screaming as they fight, loudly as they can, for all to enjoy the sights!! But you seem to have forgotten where it is that I come from, way down in the swamps where we march to our own drum!!! Yes I am from Florida where I grew up well and good!! And yes I do know folks that will put you in the wood!! Don't you ever send another junkie hooker to my door or someday suddenly they'll not see their favorite dealer anywhere no more!! You better know and believe every word of this song, because I bother no one and you will soon be gone!! I know folks who have put others in the wood and they know where we're from and we're all raised well and good!! Keep screwing around with me and you'll end up in the wood!!
