Chew Water

I don't rock the jukebox,

Or hustle the women.

I'm deep drownin' in trouble and not even swimmin'.

I can't begin to tell you my toils,

My trouble is worse than my face being eaten off my boils.

It's so bad I can't even start to tell you,

My troubles.

It's not about a dog,

Or women,

Or nothin'.

What you're gonna have to see is,

I took my cousin Cletus's chew water and I drank it.

I drunk it all up and now I've got cancer of the esophagus.