| The briar patch |
| no don’t throw me in the briar patch |
| you can cut off all my toes, but not the briar patch |
| you can fill me full of holes, but not the briar patch |
| Dont throw me in the briar patch |
| Dont throw me in the briar patch |
| Please don’t put me in the briar patch |
| You can season and cook me, but not the briar patch |
| for me, no one would ever look off in the briar patch |
| Dont throw me in the briar patch |
| Dont throw me in the briar patch |
| I hop, I jump, I skip through the rubble |
| Yo, we ain’t lookin for trouble |
| I’s just tryin to get to the other end, I never been |
| maybe then I can tell my friends how it is, I been |
| searching for someone to help me, maybe you can |
| but its hard to tell you how I feel when you got a knife in ya hand |
| you can carve me |
| tie me up and starve me |
| put me on the grill, still nothing can harm me |
| like the briar patch |
| dont chunk me in |
| what kind of luck would I have then |
| wait a minute man, before you put me in it, use the gun |
| let you got a couple of bullets I’ll be finished done |
| or hey, I can help you find a pot |
| help you build a fire, help you get it good and hot |
| well unless, you like to eat me cold |
| you can but oh no please don’t throw me in |
| the briar patch |
| no don’t throw me in the briar patch |
| you can cut off all my toes, but not the briar patch |
| you can fill me full of holes, but not the briar patch |
| Dont throw me in the briar patch |
| Dont throw me in the briar patch |
| Please don’t put me in the briar patch |
| You can season and cook me, but not the briar patch |
| for me, no one would ever look off in the briar patch |
| Dont throw me in the briar patch |
| Dont throw me in the briar patch |
| Dont throw me in |
| you’s an ugly motherfucker, dog, I just call it like I see it |
| and your breath is like death, and if you don’t like it so be it |
| I get mistreated by others if you cut above me your not |
| slice off my toes |
| if thats how it goes |
| I really don’t give a fuck |
| if all of this belongs to you |
| do what you do, go head |
| but throw me in the briar’s patch |
| and you’ll never see so much red |
| I bled from Destin just tresspassing |
| cause I’m just askin for a favor |
| excuse my rude behavior |
| im just trying to savor the flavor of the fruit I just picked |
| and if you don’t like it, you can suck my dick |
| but what you don’t do |
| is throw me in the briar patch and then I’m through |
| come on man, can’t we call a truce can we do somethin about it |
| before people end up crying and shoutin and poutin |
| man, come on man, that would really hurt our friendly church |