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Verse 1:I had to change plans and live in my vanDown by the river where they talk through cansProud nephew of Uncle SamFeet off the carpet, walk on your handsIt's the beards that the women enjoyBest friends lookin' like the Oakridge boysSo predisposed to make noiseSouthern by birth, rednecks by choiceKillin' our time in backwaterMr. Mailbox meet Louisville sluggerFollowing my strut like sheep to the slaughterPreacher man said meet me at the altarBut all of my friends have gone fishin'With their six packs and their disco biscuitsListening to sisqo's big hitsChurch quiet like a gitmo ChristmasIt takes all kinds in the businessThe seraph and the sheriff and the victimAnd despite all your Peter Pan wishesIt takes a criminal to know what the gift isChorus:Move, get out the wayDirty south representin' all dayIf you're gonna spend more than you makeSongtexteBaby, just send a blank check my wayI said move, step off the porchFive mics and a knife in the sourceSee, mama didn't raise no quitterI'm just livin' in a van down by the riverVerse 2:I'm on some two thumbs up, Ebert and RoeperSmoke's so thick like cheech hit the toasterHeats in the holsterHeath's on the posterReach for the Folger's drink with no coastersYou sit sulking in a Kevlar vestSweatin' bullets over the paternity testMaury Povich constantly blows thisOut of proportion, out of my PorschesI bring the force, it's freakin' gorgeousEatin' gorp, it's important, freakin' importedHeat seek and destroy ya, to think I'll avoid yaProbably best if you just let me keep thinking for yaIt's teh ego the women despiseI knew this hubris would be my demiseSteady muching on the humbling pieBut still too proud to admit you were rightBridge:Like Louis Armstrong played the trumpetI'll hit that bo...edit button or somethingNo man is an island dogBut I'm the king of the one I'm residing on Aus Songtexte Mania