Hank Thompson

Hank Thompson - Wreck Of The Old ’97

I said God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin

Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin

Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

Come on, bounce, rock, skate

Tune in, drop out, de-motivate

Renegotiate for the proper rate

Somethin' to push weight, have to go up state

And fuckin' jailbait is statutory rape

And don't you never get your ass caught on tape

This ain't New York, there ain't no escape

And Superman's just another pimp in a cape

And even if both your eyes come up snake

It's time to get wise, rise and cut the cake

It don't take much for the Earth to quake

So watch what you clutch when you on the tape

I'm tryna tell you

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin

Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin

Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

I don't know where I'm going, I hardly know where I've been

The only thing I know for sure, the party's bout to begin, you got it

Thousand angels dancing, all on the head of a pin

Some people live in righteousness, and some people live in sin, you got it

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin

Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin

Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

Everybody jump in Lord, everybody jump in

Everybody jump in Lord, everybody jump in, you got it

Yo I'm a pimp, I'm a thief, I'm a killer, I'm a dealer

I'm a Holy man preacher, I'm a teacher, I'm a healer

I'm a mover, I'm a shaker, I'm a giver, I'm a taker

I'm a long time bonafide big money maker

I'm a winner, I'm a loser, I'm a begger, I'm a choser

I'm a thug, I'm a poser, I'm a chronic drug user

I've been rapping, I've been mixing, I'm fact and then I'm fiction

I'm a walkin' talkin' livin' breathin' contradiction

I'm working for my God but I'm playing with the devil

Don't act like you can see me cause I'm on another level

I'm a mic burner, not a trick turner

I'll act like Ike Turner, then I'll treat you like Tina

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna wear my skin

Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it

God wanna fill my heart, the devil wanna take my soul

Gotti got a broken heart, party's gotten out of control, you got it

The party's gotten out of control, y'all

The party's gotten out of control

The party's gotten out of control, y'all

The party's gotten out of control, you got it

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