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| Drivin' my 18 wheeler straight into hell. I've got a double double and I'm feelin' well. My cargo's half hogs and the other is sows. I'm bringin' home the bacon 'cause my baby don't like cows. | |
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| Back in the brewey is where I want to be, no hassles from my baby for not bringin' home the meat. The drugs in my beer, they made me forget. All I thought abut then was the puck in the net. | |
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| My rig is big like a monster truck. I'm full of Labbat 50 and Baby Duck. I'll get to the slaughter with a little luck 'cause the smell of fresh kill makes my baby want to fuck. | |
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| Bringin' home the bacon, yeah! I'm bringin' home the bacon, yeah! I'm bringin' home the bacon, yeah! I'm bringin' home the bacon! | |
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