I might be a redneck, but I got flow - I call my music hick-hop. You mighta seen me in the March 2006 issue of Details magazine, or you mighta seen me in the men's bathroom at yer local truck stop, but that ain't important - mosta you haters cain't see me no way. What matters is that I got the South on lock. Whether I'm high on crack bustin a beat box in the port-a-john or havin love affairs with my farm animals, I stay representin that there double wide!
