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Текст: Boondox. The Harvest. Out Here.


Out here, out here where the sun don't shine,
We bout that hardcore liquour and that muskadine wine,
Out here, it's a fight even to survive,
You a lucky muthafucka if you make it out alive,
Out here, all night wolves howl at the moon,
Bodies founds floating up down by the lagoon,
Out here,you might get bitched slapped by a black bear and drug through the woods by yo matted up hair

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Out here, We have darker nights,
Out here, We like starting fights
Know as the wheat grows, we rising,
Know as the wheat grows, we rising

Out here, dirt roads and passageways,
Out here, swamp hills and massive graves,
Know as the wheat grows, we rising
Know as the wheat grows, we rising

Out here, out here ya might get ya throat slit by a crazy ass hillbilly drunk ona 5th,
Out here, out here ya might wind up skinned from to da bone,
butt naked in the dirt and ya miles from home,
Out here, out here don't go walking too deep in the sticks,
some people got a strange way of gettin' they kicks,
Out here, they get crazy and dance by the fire to a demon playin banjo along with hell's choir,
Out Here, out here

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Out here, out here they cooking possum and hognuts,
that's mountain oysters to all ya'll that don't know what's up.
Out here, they all about that country lifestyle,
shooting shotguns, gettin fucked up and buckwild,
Out here, even children don't _____,
that double barrel sure to send your ass into a coma,
Out here, out here country folks don't play, cut your ass up and won't hesistate.

(Chorus - 2x)

(Thanks to ToXiC for these lyrics)