"B.F.E." lyrics
You would not know it if you seen it
We can live anywhere but we'll never leave it
We do what we want, never need a reason
And we call it Bum Fucked Egypt
It's a way of life lived on the backside of small towns
We got them boats and guns
Them dogs that'll run anything around
Man you can't beat B.F.E.
Yea I'm that slow talking, pot hole road riding, tobacco spitting, shit kicking kind
And I'm from a throwback town in a trailer house, with a few hog dogs and one stop sign
When it comes to barking I leave it to the beagles but if it comes to sparking I got a desert eagle
Who cares about being legal we grown them trees that'll leave a blind man
Leaving here seeing and a def man hearing voices
We all got choices in life and I chose to be partial to my kind
My environment raised a rebel ready to rebel
Got shells on the shelves by the cases and a blue 50 gallon barrel for the incase shit
You would not know it if you seen it
We can live anywhere but we'll never leave it
We do what we want, never need a reason
And we call it Bum Fucked Egypt
It's a way of life lived on the backside of small towns
We got them boats and guns
Them dogs that'll run anything around
Man you can't beat B.F.E.
Ya'll may live around trees, I live in them
Got hard work in my genes and I ain't talking denim
Spend my evening in a pine with a venom tipped Easton arrow
There goes dinner, shoot it, skin it, then feast
I can rock to Judas Priest or hip hop with boys that beast
While walking through molted leaves, we ain't as backwards as it seems
We just do us and don't fuss about what you think about what we do
We're too busy building a house and laying down roots to give a hoot who gives a hoot about me
Long as I got a tin roof and my rifles got a sling, I'm clean as a whistle on an official
Matter of fact, make it official
You would not know it if you seen it
We can live anywhere but we'll never leave it
We do what we want, never need a reason
And we call it Bum Fucked Egypt
It's a way of life lived on the backside of small towns
We got them boats and guns
Them dogs that'll run anything around
Man you can't beat B.F.E.
We can live anywhere but we'll never leave it
We do what we want, never need a reason
And we call it Bum Fucked Egypt
It's a way of life lived on the backside of small towns
We got them boats and guns
Them dogs that'll run anything around
Man you can't beat B.F.E.
Yea I'm that slow talking, pot hole road riding, tobacco spitting, shit kicking kind
And I'm from a throwback town in a trailer house, with a few hog dogs and one stop sign
When it comes to barking I leave it to the beagles but if it comes to sparking I got a desert eagle
Who cares about being legal we grown them trees that'll leave a blind man
Leaving here seeing and a def man hearing voices
We all got choices in life and I chose to be partial to my kind
My environment raised a rebel ready to rebel
Got shells on the shelves by the cases and a blue 50 gallon barrel for the incase shit
You would not know it if you seen it
We can live anywhere but we'll never leave it
We do what we want, never need a reason
And we call it Bum Fucked Egypt
It's a way of life lived on the backside of small towns
We got them boats and guns
Them dogs that'll run anything around
Man you can't beat B.F.E.
Ya'll may live around trees, I live in them
Got hard work in my genes and I ain't talking denim
Spend my evening in a pine with a venom tipped Easton arrow
There goes dinner, shoot it, skin it, then feast
I can rock to Judas Priest or hip hop with boys that beast
While walking through molted leaves, we ain't as backwards as it seems
We just do us and don't fuss about what you think about what we do
We're too busy building a house and laying down roots to give a hoot who gives a hoot about me
Long as I got a tin roof and my rifles got a sling, I'm clean as a whistle on an official
Matter of fact, make it official
You would not know it if you seen it
We can live anywhere but we'll never leave it
We do what we want, never need a reason
And we call it Bum Fucked Egypt
It's a way of life lived on the backside of small towns
We got them boats and guns
Them dogs that'll run anything around
Man you can't beat B.F.E.
