I’m not playing this song
Said I’m not
I’m talking about my friend somewhere
Somewhere lying alone ripping her head
Ripping her claws out inside of herself
Nothing sweet
Nothing sweet about that
Little tiny cock boy
Sweet Home Alabama
Said I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m after you boy
Said I’m after you
I’m after you, I said
You won’t get away
I’ll have you on a plate by the Law
By the Law
By the Law
By the Law
No blood of yours on my hands to rip my ham sandwich