We're running out of karma and here's mud in your eye
I guess it's you!
I'm gonna love you till you die!
I got a candy-coating
And I swell with pride
I guess it's you
You're gonna take me for a ride
I'm gonna make you howl
Like a trailer-park wife
On the first day of her new life
Interchangeable knife!
She's a big, big rider?
Got the devil inside her
Burning through,
Right through my jeans
Hotter than a meth-lab-fire
She'll change a brother
Kickin' times
Slide it up and break rhymes
It's such a beautiful position
Got electrical vibes
Put tequila into my lime
Be the mirror to your blind
Just chop it up
I don't need no cook
Got an interchangeable knife
We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie
I guess it's you (I guess it's you)
I guess it's you who gonna cry
If you wanna make a baby
Rip it out of your side
I guess it's you, (I guess it's you)
You gonna spread ‘em open wide
She's a rollin'-pin momma
And a rational wife
Man, it's such an interesting life
International knife!
Hey! Yeah, I know that girl.
What I might be lacking in class
Make up for in ass
Try stripping down and flying
Down the interstate fast
With original sin
Dancin' for my lips when I talk
Got a shotgun rack
In the back of my truck
Shifting into first
It's all ready to burst
And the second
Easy neckin'
Go into third
Into fourth
Interchangeable knife!
Interchangeable knife!