Sippin on down   sippin around   tippin up a another cupa   sippin' on down      sippin on down   sippin around   tippin up another cupa   sippin on down      12 gauge double barrel   loaded full of buckshot   brewin up that mountain dew   it boilin like a crockpot   deep out in theese southern woods and   far away from evrything   out amongest the tombstones   cookin up that hurracain   take a sip for testin then'   pour a littlie on the ground   soak up in that goregia clay   and now i'm waitin for the sound   150 year burried deep in the earths grip   soon there gonna dancein   when that cool water hits there lips   made from the mill   out a feild cursed by whodo   water from a well   striaght outta hell   cursed by vodoo   stir it up cook it to the point that it evaporates   173 degrees born again   the dead awake      sippin on down   sippin around   tippin up another cupa   sippin on down      sippin on down   sippin around   tippin up another cupa   sippin on down      sippin on down   sippin around   tippin up another cupa   sippin on down      sippin on down   sippin around   tippin up another cupa   sippin on down      100 galleons of that right good top stock   ready for the shippin   in a heavy chevy small block   foot to the floor   ridin mean like an out law   duckin dogein road blocks   like boxing with an south paw   these dark and dusty roads   lite up by the full moon   comin round the corner   muffler soundin like a moonson   i got the devils mean as demons   ridin shotgun   straped with a winchester   case they have to pop one   we headin for the next county   on the southin trail   g man and revenue hot on me southern tail   hang out the window   one blast with the buckshot   need get em off my ass so that i don't get got      wild liter??, sugar wiskey, stump pole, skull cracker, alley bourbon, city gin, wildcat, block and tackle   its how we do it   how we get it to the next level   have us huntin bitches down   with pick axe and shovel   gone of that good shit   hit ya like a mule kick   pick a hater out the crowd   and hit em with a pool stick   hallucination seein shit   got ya climbin trees   passed out in a ditch   like a bitch down on ya knees   don't even give a fuck   when the spirts hit ya brain   four shots is all ya need   certified gone insane   lets get it crackalackin   one more 'gain for the pimpin   take the jug   and turn it up chug it down   and start the sippin      sippin on down   sippin around   tippin up another cupa   sippin on down      sippin on down   sippin around   tippin up another cupa   sippin on down      sippin on down   sippin around   tippin up another cupa   sippin on down      sippin on down   sippin around   tippin up another cupa   sippin on down