Breadothyy - C Lyrics

Rumor has it there's this Souless man
Wandering around these parts
Following his footsteps in the sand
Pistol aimed at his pale heart
F*ck that crap, wheres the fun in that?
Sup I sack (Isaac), you got hair like a rat
Popsicle ass, just fell in my trap
Shut yo yap, before I attack
Bitch just stop, you can't touch me
I know I'm pretty, but bitch, you puffy
Whisky on rocks, it's all up to me
Cause bitch, this is breadnaught country
Bella, I think it's time you move along
I'm about to steal yo man
I made you you're very own country song
Better than a metal band
Bella, I think it's time you move along
I'm about to steal yo man
I made you you're very own country song
Better than a metal band
Big nose, gotta duck anywhere he goes
Long neck, and his massive toes
Bitch close yo tiny lips when I'm talking
Before I cut your hair, or something
Dude f*cking looks like a hoo
Horton f*cking heard your ass too
You ducking hooks, yikes that's cool
Whore been sucking curd, sure, that's true
Bitch just stop, you can't touch me
I know I'm pretty, but bitch, you puffy
Whisky on rocks, it's all up to me
Cause bitch, this is breadnaught country
Bella, I think it's time you move along
I'm about to steal yo man
I made you you're very own country song
Better than a metal band
Bella, I think it's time you move along
I'm about to steal yo man
I made you you're very own country song
Better than a metal band
Your very own country song
Your very own country song
Your very own country song
I FUCKING LOVE YOU, MAN!
Your very own country song
Your very own country song
Your very own country song
WE SOME COWBOIS!!
Your very own country song
Your very own country song
Your very own country song
You need a haircut though
Your very own country song
Your very own country song
Your very own country song
Let's go to Ram Ranch!