Give 'Em Hell (feat. The Lacs & Danny Boone)

Once again

It's your buddy Demun Jones

I got them Lac boys with me

And I bought my brother Danny Boone

Ohh no

Now y 'all know

What we 'bout to do

Yeah

We give 'em hell, hubs locked, subs knock

We give 'em hell, gun cocked, shell shocked

We give 'em hell, rock show, got dough

A long bed truck load, now everybody knows

We give 'em hell,

Rumble, ramble through the brush and bramble

Brides draw blood but nothin' I can't handle

Engine on the rig like garglin' gravel

Beam through the trees, cut through the shadow

When I ride I'm rollin' high in the saddle

Long road flowing around when I travel

Straight through the creek, pen with a paddle

One part rust, one part moss

Covered in dirt, one hundred percent boss

Came up rough, you best go raw

Indian pottery and musket balls

So trust D Jones came to bust

Shots if I must, nothin' to discuss

Lawman about it, hush the fuss

If not then it's gonna be a ruckus what

We give 'em hell, hubs locked, subs knock

We give 'em hell, gun cocked, shell shocked

We give 'em hell, rock show, got dough

A long bed truck load, now everybody knows

We give 'em hell

Introducing from the great state of Georgia The Loud *** Crackers

Sittin' real high like a redneck boss

Girls climb up and the tops come off

Y 'all know me we give 'em hell

When the law come up I'm 'bout to bail

We drankin', muddin, chillin, ridin'

Get on down just how we like it

Old Lac boys in the mud again

Heard of kickin' up Mud where they hell y 'all been

The muddy sacks is motivatin', get your *** off the interstate

Jack it up or pack it up, we ain't come here to hesitate

Get it in this hole or hit the road, country boys don't back down

And if you got to back it up, take your city *** on back to town

We give 'em hell, hubs locked, subs knock

We give 'em hell, gun cocked, shell shocked

We give 'em hell, rock show, got dough

A long bed truck load, now everybody knows

We give 'em hell

Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy

Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy

Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy

Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy

Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy

For now I'm gonna settle set up camp in the prairie

Build me a fire and let the smoke carry

On, feel the thicket crickets singin' that song

Got D jones pickin' nothin' wrong

I 'ma sit here and kick it 'til dawn

Got my Bluetooth and my I phone

Lookin' up at the stars, might take a little rest

But tomorrow do my best

To give it hell

To give it hell

To give it hell

To give it hell

To give it hell

To give it hell

To give it hell

To give it hell