Jackyl Tribute EP

  She Loves My Cock

See the bird on the barstool looking for a jerk

If she likes the way he looks she'll put his ass to work

And you know she's been all around the block

She's tried a doctor, lawyer, even tried a jock

But she loves my cock she loves my cock

Loves my cock she loves my cock

Ain't no need to change it, that's just the way it is

got to find a bigger jerk, she got to have his jiz

And you know she's been around the block

She's tried a doctor, lawyer, even tried a jock

But she loves my cock she loves my cock

Loves my cock she loves my cock

There's as many hands on her as the knob on the door

She's such a pretty pretty pretty little whore

To get my cock she'd walk through the flames of hell

Because I can always tell when she's coming I can always tell 

But she loves my cock she loves my cock

Loves my cock she loves my cock

Secret Of The Bottle

I feel better when I'm drinking, it just seems to ease my mind

And all my worries and troubles, they just seem to fade behind

The secret of the bottle it may never be known

So I'll raise my glass and propose a toast and this one is for you

I start to laugh when I'm drinking, I may tell a joke or two

Sometimes I'll even pretend that I'm still in love with you

The secret of the bottle it may never be known

So I'll raise my glass and propose a toast and this one is for you

And you ask me if I've felt pain after all that I've been through

I've paid more than just my dues I felt the pain of you

I feel the pain when I'm drinking, it just don't seem to cut as deep

And when I lay down without you it makes it easy to go to sleep

The secret of the bottle it may never be known

So I'll raise my glass and propose a toast and this one is for you

 Thanks For The Grammy

I'm never speechless know what I want to say

About what it took for me to get here where I am today I'm not ashamed to say

Thanks for the Grammy who'd a thought a country boy like me

I'll cherish it forever garnish with tar and feather you'll see what it means to me

I wanna thank big daddy know-it-all looks like he done me right

Got me records on the shelf in the Wal-Mart, you know they're open all night

They sell my records and my guns I think that's out of sight

Thanks for the Grammy who'd a thought a country boy like me

I'll cherish it forever garnish with tar and feather you'll see what it means to me

If I'm dreaming just let me be until I see the hypocrite faces as they congratulate me

I don't hold a grudge they know not what they do they just chase the trends

Set by me and you so I may not have won a thing but I got peace of mind

And I'll just sing my songs to the people who wanna have a good time have a gram on me one time

Thanks for the Grammy who'd a thought a country boy like me

I'll cherish it forever garnish with tar and feather you'll see what it means to me

 The More You Hate It

The more you hate it it makes me want it more

The things you think are crap are the things that I adore

You have opinions but you haven't got a clue

As for those opinions, well WHOOP-TEE-DO

The more you hate it it makes me want it more

I'm all the things you struggle to ignore

When it comes to life well I'm a whore

The more you hate it the more it makes me want it more

I like a woman with a halo on her head

Horns on her ass heading towards the bed

You find me crass rude to the bone

As you're standing in the horseshit of the horse you rode in on

Get Mad At It

Bad ass bitch sprawled out, doing double time

She's a machine  she's turbo fine

She's a contender I didn't come from Alabama 

With a banjo on my knee so get mad at it

You got to back it up, shake it in her face

You got to let her know to get mad at it

You got to back it up, slap it on the ass

You got to let her know to get mad at it

Bad ass sugar, gonna shake it, then she's going south

She's my honey hush, now just you hush your mouth

Not a pretender a hot Atlanta peach 

At the plaza on Peachtree's mad at it

Bad ass mama looking back, mama wants some more

Let her roll, she'll rock you to the core

She's an all night bender I'm getting madder by the minute

I'm screaming like a banshee get mad at it

Just Like A Devil

It's hell in the morning to look at you lying in my bed

Another morning after you know I'm wishing you were dead

Maybe hit by a truck, rammed by a train

You must be crazy because you're driving me insane

I'm just like a devil you're just like a witch

You only like me because I scratch your itch

I'm too much a bastard, you just like to bitch

I'm just like a devil, you're my witch

I drag my ass into work, I hate my job, you know my boss is gay

You wonder why I save my dough then wonder why you have to pay my way

I should give you up, walk away I know I should

But the fact still remains you're finger licking good

In the midnight hour the smell of love filling up the room

I keep my horns nice and sharp to keep you quick on your broom

You like to raise lots of hell I like to lower the boom

It's hell in the morning to look at you lying in my bed

Another morning after you know I'm wishing you were dead

Maybe hit by a truck, rammed by a train

You must be crazy because you're driving me insane