When you owe the house for a score untold
The next step in life sure as hell better be Bold
You can't steal my pride or legacy untold
No tax record to look up no pin numbers to behold
many shacks in the black swamps is
where I may be no name or paper trail tying you to me
Y'all take me for a dumb ass but my knowledge runs deep
I am the wolf in the nighttime who hunts silently as you sleep
your curiosity has intrigued me
and soon you'll meet
the purveyors of doom the hungry hogs called gloom
there is no cash or security
that can save your ass from an annoyed tracker like me
Were starving the hogs and they'll be glad to see
Your fresh soiled britches as they squeal wee wee wee
sharpening silently
fairly more than usual..
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