Butter beans, I’m gonna get you
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I’m gonna stick you I’m gonna take you down
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And then romp; I’m goin' to hell, you're riding shot gun
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(Butter beans, I’m gonna get you,
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I’m gonna get you, I’m gonna get you)
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Butter beans, I know she wants you
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That you’ll make a lovely headdress or
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A double breasted suit of skin
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(Butter beans, I’m gonna get you,
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I’m gonna get you, I’m gonna get you)
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Cause Butter beans, you better stay sharp
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Cause I’m gonna freeze out life blood from that black heart
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I’m gonna fry I’m gonna fry with a smile on my face
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(Butter beans, I’m gonna get you, I’m gonna get you,
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I’m gonna get you)
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You think you’re so slick
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I seen her lipstick 'cross your dillsnick
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You think you’re so slick
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I seen a lipstick cross you're dillsnick
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Butter beans, you go and try and hide
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In the swamp grass I got swamp eyes
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And I’ll track you down like a bloodhound
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It’s your time to die
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(Butter beans I’m gonna get you, I’m gonna get you,
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I’m gonna get you)
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Butter beans, you’ve gotten so fat
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I can barely carry your weight across my tiny back
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Taught me singing and aim and I'll sin when you say my name
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(Butter beans, I’m gonna get you, I’m gonna get you,
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I’m gonna get you)
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Real thick black magic can't stop the tragedy
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From happening
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Pig’s feet and snake piss
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Crow tongue and cat face
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Horse tail and bone bits
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Bird’s nest and grave dust
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All of it won’t keep the tragedy from happening
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So run
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The Ballad Of Butter Beans
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| Man Man |
