HuckleBerry

(Don't any of you have the guts to play for blood?) (I'm your HuckleBerry, that's just my game) I'm seeing brake lights driving late night Read my tombstone by the daylight Yellowstone gonna blow I need a phone with no hoes So leave a message at the tone Maybe throw your boy a bone I'm bringing back real in perforated black steel I need to backfill my grave, I'm aiming at the Hatfields Advil won't tolerate the pain, I need to crack seals My spirits up in South Dakota in the Black Hills My body's melting in Arizona but my bags filled (I want your blood) Wyatt Earp with the purp, Doc Holiday in my backfield (and I want your soul) Extreme lengths I travel to make the big bank My only weakness: I don't even got a main strength My blank face just sank, can't even smile when I give thanks It's hard to maintain sunshine when I'm surrounded by shade (I want your blood, and I want your soul. and I want 'em both right now) (Well, that's just my game) (Say when) (I'm your Huckleberry, say when)