My Land by The White Ghost Shivers Lyrics

Well mullets, bullets, dope is what we're yearning for
Southern hospitality goes out the door
Get in my Camaro put the pedal to the floor
'Cause in my land, we still rob liquor stores
[cheering]

Well if you ever get the itchin' to go down south
Better talk like us and shut your fucking mouth!
We don't really care for other dialects
Fuck you cousin, fuck you sister, we just like good sex

Well black eyed peas and turnip greens is all we eat
Barbecue's not made with beef but pork ass meat!
You're not gonna get a piece of bleach-white bread
Give me biscuits and gravy 'til the day I'm dead

Well you know I really love it, but I can't go back
Boy, do I miss smoking that Carolina crack
Texas dope is cheap but it just goes to show
That you get just what you paid for and I don't really know
That all the drugs we drink, snort, shoot, [sniff], smoke
Come from Mexico-o-o!
My land!