You Never Told Him Nothing
He's a shotgun
a steak dinner
and a bag of breaded shrimp in a
Brown paper bag soaked in hot sauce.
you shook the Brown paper bag
but you never shook him.
He stole and he loved it...
robbed freight trains
killed four men
One night in the State of Florida they found him passed out
in his car on the beach with three women and a bag of cocaine.
he drove a car that only went in reverse
At home he choked his wife with a phone cord and pointed a shot gun at his five year old son.
when he died and they buried him not one person left,Why?
they all wanted to make sure he was buried,
because a man like this never goes quiet even if he is dead.
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