We stole your beat! McClintock G's!   We stole your beat! That's what you get!      I'm a dirty bitch and I like it rough   in the Dirty South I can't enough   cuz these dirty boys they get so nasty   they make me horny they so fantastic.      Baby I don't wanna talk,   I just wanna lick your cock   Ooh slap that shit across my face.   Put it in my mouth, give me a taste.   Stop. Don't waste a drop   of that sweet tea, squirt it on my top!      Chorus:   I want y'all to kiss my grits   I want y'all between my biscuits   I want y'all to be all mine   Well fuck me runnin cuz I ain't got time      I'm not a harlot, but I'm in Charlotte   And my drawers get wet when they call me darlin   Ain't no doubt I need to find out why   The others jump for the southern comfort   C'mon let's hump for a little while.   I like your smile, style, and they way you treat me   Cuz you act so sweetly.      So boys you'd better step up.   Drag me to the back of your truck.   Fry me with your big fat pickle.   Pour your gravy on my nipples.   You been talkin some raunchy shit,   but southern boys,   Shut up and gimme that dick.      Chorus      Your hot n dirty makes me flirty   love the way you call me purdy   Sayin things that make me horny   so I go buy you a 40   Y'all know how the story ends,   me you and some of your friends   cuz I want lots of southern head.      I'm awful fond of your hospitality.   Don't want to hear none of that morality.   In NYC the boys, they're hip,   but they think with their minds and not their dicks.   I want a dirty boy from the dirty south   fuck me all night then bust a nut in my mouth,   Bend me over, treat me rough.   Do it on the porch or the pickup truck.   Hell, I don't care if he's inbred   if his dick is hard and he gives good head.      Chorus