Throw Away lyrics

[Verse 1: Boondox]
A shot of whisky, feelin frisky, all the wisdom
Wishin that a motherf*cker would diss me while I'm tipsy
I'm a gypsy with a p*ssy attitude
And my latitude is only 6 degrees from bad mood
I'm not a bad dude, just scruffy beard and tattoos
And my bad views might seem a little too taboo
They only hate me cause my mind's in the gutter
For my filthy f*ckin mouth, apologies to my mother
For my filthy f*ckin flow, no apologies needed
For my roots planted in the red clay, deep-seated
Yeah I'm heated with a middle finger pointed at the birds
Preacher speakin to the heathens only using two words
f*ck you!

[Hook: Jamie Madrox]
Oh, I'm just confused
And I've been used up and thrown away by the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose all the games I play
With the world you love but I'll never love that way

[Verse 2: Boondox]
I got welts from bible belts and closed fists
And they wonder why the hell that I'm so p*ssed
And off my rocker like my papa with a twelve gauge
Rock salt, poppin ass, some junkie in a driveway
Doin it my way, "f*ck em", my philosophy
Swingin mahogany at bast*rds with apostrophes
A trailer park heart, Christian in the cul-de-sac
White trash delinquent and lookin for a skull to crack
I use a pen, it's just like minutes on a TracFone
Confessin, I'm sick of motherf*ckers with no backbone
I'm not alone, got an army full of heathens
They was raised like me and they feelin how I'm feelin
[Hook: Jamie Madrox]
Oh, I'm just confused
And I've been used up and thrown away by the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose all the games I play
With the world you love but I'll never love that way

[Verse 3: Boondox]
No B.C. for me please, I'm okay
I see things differently since ‘08
I might give a f*ck, just quit giving a f*ck
If you ain't like the sh*t I spit then you is sh*t outta luck
I might get outta truck with the M2 Benelli
Buck shot to the belly, through your f*ckin Pelle Pelle
I'm a silly hillbilly with a mental condition
A backwoods devil, 7th son of perdition
A southern tradition, Boondox the scarecrow
Georgia to the bone, wicked to the marrow
The King of Heathens keeps on fiendin for a reason
Murder in the sky, it's the season of the demon

[Hook: Jamie Madrox]
Oh, I'm just confused
And I've been used up and thrown away by the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose all the games I play
With the world you love but I'll never love that way