Back in the woods is where I stay
Out in the swamps where the gators play
If your looking for someone ya better come soon
The Cyprus stands are my home
and there's plenty o room for us to roam
We keep dem hogs running wild and free
They eat the things not fit for me
So look near look far you'll never see where they are
These hogs are thoural they've never let me down
devouring all clues and every trace on the ground
We fix problems one by one
never stopping till the job is done
no face is left for prison to hold
we feed our pets of foods untold
The pork is fresh and our minds are clear.
We fix problems if and when they come here
Southern pride is a silent ride
Waaaat dat who died....?
Silent secret
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