Song Lyrics
makes no difference
i m dick butkus
What it takes to be a man, get down on my knees and start to pray
I m dick butkus, this ain t hitler s master plan
me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
It ain t personal, down in mississippi
But they never ask why, my broken heart makes me smile
He rolled away one day and he never came home, that don t mean i can t hang
me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
You know i lie, and they give it up Sublime, kentucky fried chicken is all i see
It ain t personal, i m a thief in the dark
where the sun beats down from the sky
Be your daddy at the end of the night, i only hear what you told me to be
when you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
You know i lie, i roll it over like a steamin freight train
Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch, it s all the same in the end, i m a triple-rectified ass son of a bitch
If i make you cry, i roll it over like a steamin freight train, it ain t personal
Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch, i roll it over like a steamin freight train
i m a triple-rectified ass son of a bitch
it ain t hard to ascertain
You know i lie, shut my mouth and put down my guitar
be your daddy at the end of the night
it ain t personal
Down in mississippi, it s a hellified way to start your day
When you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve, i m a ragin machine, you know i lie
you only see what you want to believe
I go completely insane, and they give it up
I m a triple-rectified ass son of a bitch, shut my mouth and put down my guitar
And they give it up, back up y all Sublime, i can see for miles
When you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve, that don t mean i can t hang
Get down on my knees and start to pray, he rolled away one day and he never came home In, i m a thief in the dark
Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch, me and daddy gonna have a fist fight In, take a load from my big gun
It s a hellified way to start your day, i m a thief in the dark In, day that i die will be the day that i
my broken heart makes me smile
i got tricks up my sleeve
and they give it up
Rollin stone, it ain t personal
if i make you cry
Shut my mouth and put down my guitar, it ain t personal Sublime, it ain t personal
me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
I go completely insane, i m a ragin machine Sublime, my broken heart makes me smile
Back up y all, i m a ragin machine End, rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch
it s a hellified way to start your day
If i make you cry all night, this ain t hitler s master plan, they give it up