Tatted-up
I´m gassed up
I´m throwed off and I´m buck wild
Loud and Rowdy
I´m a son of the dirty south

This that southern playalistic willie smokin´, whiskey sippin´
Southern like my momma´s kitchen
Gravy biscuits, fried chicken, backroads, I´m still tippin´
Wood wheel, I´m still grippin´
Stand strong, no ass kissin´
Ol´ school ass whippin´
Come from the bottom nothin´ is a problem
Get ‘em, I got ‘em, I promise
My roots are blue-collar
Them boys from the holler
Do anything that they can just for a dollar
Pit bulls in the yard
Broken down cars
I´m like fuck it, I´m high
I pull up trailer park pimpin´

With a double-wide dime

‘Cause I´m a son of the dirty south
Got to trippin´
Mama washin´
Out my dirty mouth
And pickin´ switches
I´m a hell raisin´ rebel
That you better never tread on
Gun-totin´ drinkin´ smokin´
Hoss that you can bet on
Tatted-up I´m gassed up I´m throwed off and I´m buck wild
Loud and rowdy
I´m a son of the dirty south

Loud and rowdy
I´m a son of the dirty south

I´m from a place where they mix rock, county, and hip-hop
Somewhere between Hank, Three 6, and Kid Rock, Johnny Cash all black
It´s that old-school flavor
Sippin´ something
Rippin´ more lines than notebook paper
Outlaw spirit
My middle finger stuck up again
Bad boy
We all know good women love troubled men
Got that music cranked loud
We won´t turn shit down
Peaceful people but believe it, we gon´ burn shit down

Oh, I´m a son of the dirty south

Got to trippin´
Mama washin´
Out my dirty mouth
And pickin´ switches
I´m a hell raisin´ rebel that you better never tread on
Gun-totin´, drinkin´, smokin´ hoss that you can bet on
Tatted-up I´m gassed up I´m throwed off and I´m buck wild
Loud and rowdy
I´m a son of the dirty south

You know some folks won´t change
We stand for the flag and kneel to pray
It´s the land of the free because of the brave
From the cradle to the grave
We were made in the USA

I´m a son of the dirty south
Got to trippin´
Mama washin´
Out my dirty mouth
And pickin´ switches
I´m a hell raisin´ rebel that you better never tread on
Gun-totin´, drinkin´, smokin´ hoss that you can bet on
Tatted-up I´m gassed up I´m throwed off and I´m buck wild
Loud and rowdy
I´m a son of the dirty south
I´m a son of the dirty south
Loud and rowdy
I´m a son of the dirty south
Loud and rowdy

I´m a son of the dirty south