Sunday, February 19, 2006

Shotgun Dick

Walking through the grass, it was cold and rainy
This particular day, I went hunting with Dick Cheney

Creeping through the brush, hunting for quail
Not that fool Dan, but we might as well

But Dick got away, he didn’t catch a case
That dirty son-of-a-bitch shot me in the face

With the shell in his hand, he locked and pulled
“He looked like a quail”, a bunch of cock and bull

What was Dick thinking, I made a quail sound?
Dick with the shotgun, the shit’s going down

Drunk with a shotgun, his finger on the trigger
Was Dick hunting quails or was he hunting niggers?

Shot by Dick in the woods, the plan was smart
I heard someone yell, “If he’s a match, take his heart!”

We see billions of dollars stolen by Halliburton
And male prostitutes that leave your asshole hurtin’

Pure evil with no sense of humor, the flames I was fannin’
I should’ve never made jokes about Jeff Gannon

When he did it last time, man that was sick
Lurking about in the woods was Shotgun Dick.

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