Killing Margery Keller - Shot Caller

She saying' Go, go, go, go
Where there's smoke there's fire
Stop drop and roll
We got the legs on the table
Spread ready for bread
Honey's knees gonna buckle
Bees buzzin'-up legs
She screaming More, more, more, more
I'm gonna hunker in the bunker
Getting ready for war
Its like it's raining, fucking crazy
There ain't nothin not wet
I keep running, she keeps coming
Earthquake shaking beds

Go and spend your life, trying to be a shot caller
You piss it all away just to make a fuckin' dollar
Got a chick, smokin' hot, and you is trying to have some fun
But it's eatin' you away, cause you is always on the run
Always knowing what to say but never knowing what to do
Got pushed in a corner, federalis after you
Smack her ass, tap it fast, go do what you gotta do
Have a blast, full mast, got that shit workin' for you, Yeah

I'm goin' No, no, no, no
Everything we do is gettin' out of control
Cause it's 3:45 in the fucking morning
And I gotta hit the road when the cocks are crowing
But we Go, go, go, go
Playing nick-nack-paddy-wack give a bitch a bone
I gotta keep my baby moanin', matters not how we opt
Cause if she ain't got it goin' on we gonna hit stop

Go and spend your life, trying to be a shot caller
You piss it all away just to make a fuckin' dollar
Got a chick, smokin' hot, and you is trying to have some fun
But it's eatin' you away, cause you is always on the run
Always knowing what to say but never knowing what to do
Got pushed in a corner, federalis after you
Smack her ass, tap it fast, go do what you gotta do
Have a blast, full mast, got that shit workin' for you

Here we go
We gonna mix, get your fix slick, drink up all the rum
We gonna party with your body shorty, hottie sippin' bourbon
I ain't greedy, only needy for the T and the A
But when we flip it doggie, feelin' naughty, Jesus baby
We got this other chick who strippin' while we pickin' up the pace
She comin' dancin' somethin' fancy while she sittin' on your face
We got menage a trois phenomena, I'm ready for more
We gotta pick another chica so we make it to four

Go and spend your life, trying to be a shot caller
You piss it all away just to make a fuckin' dollar
Got a chick, smokin' hot, and you is trying to have some fun
But it's eatin' you away, cause you is always on the run
Always knowing what to say but never knowing what to do
Got pushed in a corner, federalis after you
Smack her ass, tap it fast, go do what you gotta do
Have a blast, full mast, got that shit workin' for you

Written by:
Gordon Green

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