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They Call Me MACK TRUCK

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About Me

God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son." Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on." God say, "no"; Abe say, "what?" God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but the next time you see me comin', you better run." Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?" God says, "Out on Highway 61."

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My Interests

DIRTBIKES ,TRUCKS, STRIPPERS ,NAKED GIRLS ,UMM YEAH THAT BOUT NARROWS IT (SEX) FORGOT THAT ......IM DONEGuess who's back? haha I used to be broke, confused..no joke Got used, smoked dope, paid dues Refused to give up quick, Now theres 10 million motherfuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of J.D. and still stand still uh I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool Fly like a seagul, kickin' like a mule More jams than a beetle from Liverpool I deliver fool Now who the fuck are you? I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school Got more money, than Matchbox 20 Get more ass than Mark McGrathThey say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it upI'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city A shirts, cadilacs, big titties Skinny models you can keep those I like big corn fed mid western hoes Dont you know? Talk fast, pimp slow Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers Known as the big tipper with the big dipper I got queens holdin' keys to my zipper Fuck a real good girl, I got the baddest bitch in the worldThey say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it upYou think you got it good in Hollywood I got acres of land laid back in the woods Holdin' shares, cool like Fonzy Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my 40 ft. donzy You got a Bently? Wow! I got jets with wet bars and trucks with gold plows Bitchs bow when I pimp through For the Kid the Rock the red, white and blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z Baby I'm sick of gettin ripped off So pissed 'bout to be pissed off Mackin' me cause you know I'm paid That's why I'm slapin' my gardners and fuckin' my maids Nevermind my age but if we're takin' numbers 15 million sold motherfuckerThey say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it upCocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

I'd like to meet:

NOONE

Music:

COUNTRY,ROCK,VERY LITTLE OF ANYTHING ELSE..Hey pretty baby are you ready for me It's your good rockin' daddy down from Tennessee I'm just out of Austin bound for San Antone With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on There's a speed trap up ahead in Selma Town But no local yokel gonna shut me down 'Cause me and my boys got this rig unwound And we've come a thousand miles from a Guitar Town Nothin' ever happened 'round my hometown And I ain't the kind to just hang around But I heard someone callin' my name one day And I followed that voice down the lost highway Everybody told me you can't get far On thirty-seven dollars and a jap guitar Now I'm smokin' into Texas with the hammer down And a rockin' little combo from the Guitar TownHey pretty baby don't you know it ain't my fault I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop Stumble in the restaurant wonderin' why I don't stopGotta keep rockin' why I still can I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan But when my boots hit the boards I'm a brand new man With my back to the riser I make my stand And hey pretty baby won't you hold me tight We're loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight One of these days I'm gonna settle down And take you back with me to the Guitar Town

Movies:

I will be in a movie one day whether it be a dirtbike or porno video wordupEverything's tight from my loot to my friends I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends...Huh I've been that route too many times If I ain't stabbed in the back I ain't fightin no crime I wish for that which my heart holds near But ain't nobody playin what I'm tryin' to hear I've been sayin for years that the fakes wouldn't last You were jockin that bullshit, now you look like an assGet gassed in your garage of sickness As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness Cause I got plenty of rhymes to spill Ain't got nothin more than time to kill Form like a blister, drink like a failure Rip like a twister right through a trailer Park after dark is when you'll see me comin My gun's gunnin and the 808's hummin Raw Raw Rip Rock Rude Sample anything I like and never get sued At 18 I had a hardcore attitude...Yeah When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube It's true I'm from the old school Where the rules don't bend and the beats don't end No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I beI'm still the...body rocking three emcee So clap your hands to what he's doing I'm a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate I'm a contradiction...I'm a twist of fateSee me rollin You got me rollin I'm rollin Searchin underneath the sunHuh...Huh I'm dead as shit, but I ain't been killed See I'm a Mack, I'm a truck, but I'm Peter built I am the Trucker and my ego's large I'm the K to the I call me sarge Roll number seven raise south of heaven See my crew comin hear them Harley's revvin I'm steppin to your crew with a glick of hits Got 3 LP's but I ain't got no hits And I'm a greatful, hateful, little son of a G I'm a deadhead runnin from the D-P-D Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer Grab a pole and you'll be swingin like a topless dancer Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat Top car four Vogues on a hundred spokes Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land If it ain't all that I'll be back my manRolllin...you got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searchin undearneath the sunRolllin...you got me rollin I'm rollin Searching undearneath the sunUh Come on Feel me Days roll by they...roll too fast I said days roll by...I watch them pass Yeah you wanna roll with Rock And party with crews that just don't stop uh-huh Yeah Rolllin...you got me rollin I'm rollin'

Television:

not muchAlways gonna fight, until the day I dieNo laws or limits will stop me from the way I live my lifeDon't get in my way, unless you want to dieI'm living fast and hard and I accelerate on highI listen to the one, use who I got to useDon't ever try and get too close, 'cause I'm a burning fuseEveryone around me is someone I will playI'm living out my life and I'm living day to dayWithin the perimeters of this world I just don't feel real rightI'm living by the laws of a gun and a knifeMy soul cannot be tamed, I'm living just to dieI'm living by myself on the outskirts of lifeLive from state to state, living day by dayThe only paycheck that I know is what I steal todayI like my girls real young, but keep marriage out of mindI lick 'em and forget 'em because my friends I have no timeNever settle down, living just to fryBut all the things I take in life are things that you can't buyI sleep all through the day time and I creep all through the nightBut I'll live until I die on the outskirts of lifeWithin the perimeter of this world I just don't feel real rightI'm living by the laws of a gun and a knifeMy soul cannot be tamed, I'm living just to dieI'm living by myself on the outskirts of lifeDon't try talking to me, I just don't have the timeYou bore me with your useless life, but you never know about mineListen to me closely, do exactly what I sayGive me what I want from you or I'll take it anywayLiquor, drugs, whores and greyhounds, guns and violence tooIn my world I'm living by the laws of who knows whoI have no fear of nothing, each day I set to dieSo I'm living by myself on the outskirts of lifeWithin the perimeter of this world I just don't feel real rightI'm living by the laws of a gun and a knifeMy soul cannot be tamed, 'cause I'm living just to dieI'm living by myself on the outskirts of life

Books:

hahaha you mean those things i throw at people

Heroes:

GG AllinWhen I die put that bottle in my hand All these years on earth, and was my only friend When you dig a hole and gonna bury me Put that bottle of JD to rest beside meAll my life I've been living on the run Hanging out in bars and hotel rooms annoying everyone Living on the road running from coast to coast Spending many nights in jail, like a gunman at his postWhen I die, you don't have to cry You don't have to feel no feelings insideNever cared or had no feelings for no one The only one I cared for was the one who made me cum Live my life like a loner on the trail Some of the nights in jail, I couldn't afford no bailNo one to call, no one to see me through So I bought a gun one day and I came running after you Living on the road, playing scumfuc rock 'n' roll I'm on the road and I haven't got no homeNever lived nowhere long enough to call home I'm just an outlaw scumfuck, playing my rock 'n' rollNever had nothing that could keep me satisfied 'Cept my booze and my drugs and that woman by my side She was no woman, but she's good enough for me She's got that cunt between her legs and that's all I needSo when I die put that bottle by my side Bury me with ol' JD and I'll be on my hell ride When I die, when I die Down to Hell is my final destinationWhen I die put that bottle by my side It's the only friend I had in life and it kept me satisfied Living on the run you'll never take me out alive I bought a gun, I'm leaving nowBye-bye, bye-bye

My Blog

THIS BLOG IS FOR JOE BRUNO

I WILL PUT THIS IN CAPS LOCK SO THE ASSHOLE READING IT KNOWS (JOE BRUNO) YOU FUCKING BITCH STOP RUNNING YOUR MOUTH YOUR A FAKE ASS GANGSTER ,BAD ASS AND WHATEVER OK THINK YOUR SO TOUGH AND ALL THAT TH...
Posted by They Call Me MACK TRUCK on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 12:07:00 PST