It seems I vary
out of my territory
I change to be what gets me through

I am so polite
     when I brunch with socialites

Dress all cleanly, wash behind my ears
      going to job interviews

Act, is what I am, an
       especially Sunday

Most o' the times I am
        drinking stunk on Cuervo's

And skunk
        rockin' rollin'

Can't never wash it off
        never hide my slanguage
what with this drawl
        some babys likes
the way I slur it out
        trace me as I walk
their purry eyes burnin'
        call me all kind 'a names
alone in the dark
        reverently remember
my  sly deliveries
        the next day
walk all sideways eee
         just white
trash from Alabam' eee.