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Like all good country songs this one is being f***ed over by a woman. Not actually a country song but it steals influence from both post depression bluegrass and post coital hip hop. A savage blend of simple tunesmithery and coarse lyircs.
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Hip hop hillbillies or redneck rappers? With funk driven samples meshed with timeless bluegrass elements and country rap they create experimental trailer trash
Infamous Texan turd Rampant Jake Bullets is back, taking a forced break from the acoustic ska funk kuntry of Buckweet he presents the soundtrack to the new revolution with the album "The Hysterectomiser". Adding a funky edge to his traditional bluegrass roots, barn storming hip hop, country rap, coarse lyrics and mistimed twangdoodles. This is a harsh tangent to previous malcontent melodies but should help you, the listener, to dig a little further into the depths of this bearded monkey twizzler. HIP HOP HILLBILLIES? REDNECK RAPPERS? YOU DECIDE. (and then we'll ignore you anyway)
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Alternative General
Charts
#14,424 today Peak #140
#4,703 in subgenre Peak #47
Author
Rampant Jake Bullets / J did the good wordage
Rights
Rampant Jake Bullets Moonshine Jug Band
Uploaded
April 01, 2013
Track Files
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MP3 6.8 MB • 128 kbps • 7:22
Story behind the song
Women. Women with guns. Women with guns who used to date me and are now really pissed off and want to make holes in my soft rubella scarred body.
Lyrics
She's Betty Boop in jackboots, threatening but still cute Armed to the Benoit tooth on the mall roof Looking eye to eye, crosshairs in her vision But re-rewind to the very beginning I was depressed as the horse in the never ending story Life was missing a point like the stars on old glory Was as single as the number of riffs That Status Quo have and as fake as their hips Though the lonely hearts column should be labelled fiction Here I would be meeting my leather bound vixen Resetting my bones would become her addiction This is what was written by my S and M Nixon Wanted - one loser who waited for the Phantom Menace Then descended into misery their dream had ended Cry heresy "it's a digital Mohammed" Now you're whining like the hero in a never ending Meatloaf ballad She needs someone who's life is irrelevent As the back catalogue of Led Zeppelin Who's willing to wait for Chinese Democracy Or Alanis Morrissette to make a follow up LP Damn she sounds like my biographer But after we met I thought there's something wrong with her She took control and made me her b*** Now I can empathise with David Furnish Fast forward to the months that had just passed She's Mary Poppin- a cap in yo ass She's Blanche Dubois with a mastectomy scar This may be an amorous faux pas She ruled my world and I tried to please her She had a heart condition like Julius Seizure Learnt her technique from Lynette England That Abu Ghraib babe with a triple k following She tried to analyze me, tried to get Freudian Gave me self help books by Doctor Kevorkian I was strapped for cash like education funding Unappreciated as David Blaine in London She thought music would put me out of her misery She checked all my records like Homeland Security Song after song to find messages in Played 'em backwards - I thought it was Aphex Twin Your list of demands wasn't too blase And in it you proposed a little tete a tete But you mean Tet as in the Vietnam offensive F*** off it's the seventh amendment "You must go up there" No I really mustn't "She only got nine bullets" oh a lepers dozen Rampant Jake Kissinger that ain't my name I'd sort more of her breakdowns that Triple A (pre) F.E.M.I.N.A.Z.I F.E.M.I.N.A she's my (chorus) Hitler with boobs, my rubix cube, my drunken bid on eBay My Saddam with curves, my chain smoking, my forty years of McMininum wage My Blossom without Six, my Hasbro crucifix, my Oscar winning Dolph Lundgren My Burt Reynolds surgeon, my Herman perversion, my Smashing Pumpkins reunion I needed guidance to stop the violence Before I ended up a Columbo assignment Radio shows would only leave me on hold Dear Abby said "Back to the kitchen you go" But the best advice that I ever did get I found it on the packaging that came with Playtex It pretty much said that we should split up It also seems that I need a c-cup Seperate and lift, seperate and lift My life would be much happier if you weren't in it We had a real connection but it got dropped As if AOL was the server for love I will label her like Ric Flair and Madonna She's one of those people who keep her clothes on her If I told you her age she'd probably shoot me But she can remember good Steve Martin movies But there's more to be told, think I'm being unfair It's not as black and white as a Quaker's fetishwear You know I always liked to lie in bed with you But I mean lie as in not tell tell the truth I will raise my hands but they're already raised And admit some mistakes that I made in my day Charlie Manson ain't the old guy in Home Alone And the honey monster doesn't have down syndrome Fozzie Bear didn't become a priest when he suffered No he wasn't the Pastor Of Muppets And the bible doesn't have a new feminist clause "But if god is a woman, then she's hit the menopause" I wouldn't
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