Don Cook - Diamond in the Rough lyrics

[Verse 1] Y'all be rocking faded cargo with the ball cap backwards I been co*king traded rifles with the all black added Y'all the fall-back pageant, lick the ba**sack f*ggot If the balls looking bald, it's from all that bragging Going to my f**ing head in the jockstrap f*ggot Got the gall, I'm enthralled by your ma's bra-strapping It's from all that magic in my drawers goddammit I ain't talking 'bout the baller from the Los Angeles Lakers Doing an*l in the raw-dog fashion He ain't got a condom on, so he got all that rashing And it's all broadcasted, if you aren't called ba*tard You been talking up to God thru the wrong damn pastor, uh They be asking where the bars at I be asking where applause at, here to get 'em offstep Who you gotta call to make 'em pause that? You ain't all that [Hook] I'm the line that you're holding in your truck When you throw it in the mud You'll be sure to find a motherf**ing diamond in the rough Diamond in the rough, a ma'f**ing diamond in the rough (Hands up!) [Interlude] [Verse 2] I want a mosh pit, got a bomb ticking in the front row If you rock slow, you just might hear it I'm a dog, I'm a mutt, my appearance Is eerily similar to what the f** y'all staring at It's apparent that y'all f**ers are wary now I could swear that you co*ks**ers were airing out I ain't falling for much, I built a tolerance up I got a following that shot up your truck I start to stutter when the doctor's talking to me Once you pop a pill, you pop pills in quantities Got a problem with vomiting Almost thought about offing my barber Cause he was onto me It's a part of me now, I'm feeling awfully proud To be the one that's always chopping me down I stop into town to see the f**ing officer pout So rock with me now, I haven't seen a bomb in a while This my dropout project Had a f**ing job 'till my boss malfunctioned Mop and some sponges with no water in the bucket You ain't really 'bout that life I see you tryna' get in trouble boy Pistol mic with the clip inserted Shooting for the sky, but the sh**'s inverted Yeah, I woulda blown my mind, but I clipped this birdie That been circlin my eyes when I trip and get dirty boy It's the piper in a pickle with the city folk I'm a liar when I'm b**hing that it's miserable If the bible is shut, I gotta wild 'em up They got the pistol and they lining me up So who the f** got their paw on the muzzle I'm staring at? I'll be daring the next copper to yell it out Only fear is the sullen that you were daring to pull it And it's the parents that be sharing the bullet [Hook]