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Rollin' In My Pacer

My girl dumped me, she couldn't hack it She said it was her or my fake leather jacket We were together for 30 days This jacket has cozied up to six Shaneyneys Judy is my next target, so now I will have to chase her I am the Mac Daddy rollin' in my Pacer Camielle comes along and tempts my fate Judy is now off the slate Women need to use more self control I am too much, I am hard to hold Tomorrow there will be another one in line I will not mess with her if she looks like the bride of Frankenstein My dad is stressed, he's really working his pacemaker I take him to the hospital, he's riding shotgun in my Pacer The hospital will keep him over night I buy some Mad dog 20/20, it's time to get tight I am called the next day to pick him up I tell him no ride, if you don't have a lid for that cup I get pulled over for a sobriety test The cop tells me I don't look my best He makes me walk the long straight line Then count forwards and backwards between 1 and 9 He tells me my car is so ugly, he's got to shoot me with his tazer After the jolt I am allowed to leave steady rollin' in my Pacer

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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