B.F.E.

You would not know it if you seen it

We can live anywhere

But we'll never leave it

We do what we want

Never need a reason

We call it bum fucked Egypt B.F.E.

Its a way of life we live on the back side of small towns

Got them boats and guns (uh huh)

Them dogs that'll run (what)

Anything around, you can't beat B.F.E.

I'm that slow talking, pot hole road riding

Tobacco spitting, shit kicking kind

And I'm from that throwback town in

A trailer house, with a few hog dogs and one stop sign

When it comes to barking I leave it to the beagles

But if it comes to sparking I gotta desert eagle

Who cares about begin legal

We grow them trees that'll leave a

Blind man leaving here seeing and def man hearing voices

We all got choices in life and I chose to be partial to my kind

My environment raised a rebel ready to rebel

Got shells on the shelves by the cases

And blue 50 gallon barrel for the incase shit

You would not know it if you seen it

We can live anywhere

But we'll never leave it

We do what we want

Never need a reason

We call it bum fucked Egypt B.F.E.

Its a way of life we live on the back side of small towns

Got them boats and guns (uh huh)

Them dogs that'll run (what)

Anything around, you can't beat B.FE.

Y'all may live around trees, but I live in 'em

Got hard work in my genes 'n I ain't talking denim

Spend my evening in a pine with a venom tipped Easton arrow

There go dinner I shoot it, skin it then feast

I can rock to Judas priest

Or hip hop to boys that beast

While walking through molted leaves

We ain't as backwards as it seems

We just do us 'n don't fuss about what you think about what we do

We're to busy building a house so I can lay down my roots

To give a hoot, who gives a hoot about me

Long as I got a tin roof and my rifles gotta sling

I'm clean as a whistle on an official

Matter fact make it official

You would not know it if you seen it

We can live anywhere

But we'll never leave it

We do what we want

Never need a reason

We call it bum fucked Egypt B.F.E.

It's a way of life we live on the back side of small towns

We got them boats and guns (uh huh)

Them dogs that'll run

Anything around

Man you can't beat, B.F.E.