Beer? Yes Dog? Yes Truck? Yes Wife? NEXT! Drinking beer in my truck, give my fat ass belly a little tiny rub. Give my mean sheet meat weenie, a little more tug from the protein please? Wave, is such a fucking thug. Spilled beer on my new rug. Just saw a deer that was truly hung. Wish I was like that, having fun. Beer? Yes Deer? Yes Truck? Yes Wife? NOPE! Not giving any fucks, luck missed the duck tale tailed trust dust that must chug then cuck my fine pus plus the puss to push us to not giving a fuck for anyone anymore. I'm in the trunk and sad, where's my wife? Fuck this life. Never mind, I'm just the shy guy type to wanna fight then gripe about wasted lines. You could have been mine. Don't whine about the times you wished I thought you thought that I pined over the lost time that wasn't mine to align the crime of not seeing you try, or cry back to me for feeling too freely empty. Should have been fined. Though I was fine. Yup, fucked up the guts that sucked up all of it. Spit it back, then let's attack again and again, and maybe it'll send you back to me with those loose ends you needed to trim. It's been a minute.. Maybe baby, let me have it? ..Always wanted it to crave me more than my own mistakes you always see.. Oh shit, it's not fake? OH FUCK! WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Yup.. lost that one bud.. but it was still a nice fuckin truck.
