"Cocaine Cowboy" lyrics

Ladies and Gentlemen let's direct our attention to chute number one
In it is a man that you know very well
He is a living legend, he is a rock star, a superstar
None other than Mr Bo Bundy
The Houston, Texas cowboy is gonna attempt to ride
The unridden bull they call the Lone Star

I'm a young hell raiser, cocaine chaser
Texas two-stepping down south, bitch taker
All about my paper bitch I'm always on the road
Lifted F250, bitch you know we rolling cold
And I'm snorting coke like I'm never going broke
Been up a couple days, I ain't never going home
This is all I know, everywhere I go
All I see is big titty bitches at my shows
If the cops pull me over I'ma tell 'em suck my dick
I got that bail money, I ain't never stressing shit
One in the chamber, thirty in the clip
And another thirty thousand on my motherfucking wrists

The John Wayne of cocaine
Everybody let's get rowdy
Waylon up for days
He just [?]
Cocaine cowboys what they call us
Better go and lock your donna
Spiked diamond chain all round my neck
Pedal, piece of metal, bitch I aim for the head

I like to get my dick sucked riding in my big truck
Camo head to toe, yeah we aiming for the big bucks
Thirty-seven needles just in case we get big stuck
Jamming Waylon Jennings [?] in that big truck
Been a fuck up for as long as I remember
On this cocaine, this a three-day bender
Snow year round so every day December
Young Tex Mex flex like Freddy Fender
I get real rowdy with them boys down south
40X felt with them diamonds in my mouth
Sipping Wockhardt bitch we never seen a trout
I want a dozen acres in [?]

John Wayne of cocaine
Everybody let's get round it
Waylon up for days
He just [?]
Cocaine cowboys what they call us
Better go and lock your donna
Spiked diamond chain all round my neck
Pedal, piece of metal, bitch I aim for the head