Demun Jones - What I’m Made Of lyrics

Is there any rednecks in the house?! Uh! [?] teeth, Angus meat Pine tar in my veins Rattlesnake blood, some Georgia mud And a whole tank of pure octane Camel pigment, V12 engine A full grown American mut You can test my DNA but… That’s what I’m made of I’m a six pack, a get back at 12, a raise hell A case if you don’t get the hell out my face I’m a bag full of money and a gun full of bullets I ride for [?] county boy and I ain’t afraid to pull it I’m a old truck [?] on the grill The engine runs strong, I love to spin wheels My home made distillery deep in the woods My flavor burns so strong but it still tastes good I’m sunrise to sunset with calloused hands Lay it down, wake up, and I do it all again I’m a ring-on-the-left-hand father of two Till the d**h do us part if I said I do And I do [?] teeth, Angus meat Pine tar in my veins Rattlesnake blood, some Georgia mud And a whole tank of pure octane Camel pigment, V12 engine A full grown American mut You can test my DNA but… That’s what I’m made of And I’m the deepest mud hole that y’all scared to drive through That 20-point bug that you just can’t shoot Confederate belt buckle, snakeskin boots A babble bell preacher just speaking the truth I’m a fresh corn star popping up in the drought I’m that old log chain pulling your truck out I’m that Drop D riff with that thunder sound I’m a lightning bolt coming out of a black cloud I’m that barbed wire fence ripping holes in your clothes I’m George Jones on the mower, headed for more I’m electric and can turn out the lights I’m thin bloody knuckles right after that fight [?] teeth, Angus meat Pine tar in my veins Rattlesnake blood, some Georgia mud And a whole tank of pure octane Camel pigment, V12 engine A full grown American mut You can test my DNA but… That’s what I’m made of And I’m a 12 gauge over underloaded with buck shot The eye on the stove when it’s still red hot The rush of adrenaline when you get on stage I’m the truth in that book when you turn that page I’m the damn in the “Damn right”, hell in the “Hell yeah” Brave over enemy lines and ain’t scared The stars and the stripes and the wind when it flies 21 gun salute when that soldier dies [?] teeth, Angus meat Pine tar in my veins Rattlesnake blood, some Georgia mud And a whole tank of pure octane Camel pigment, V12 engine A full grown American mut You can test my DNA but… That’s what I’m made of