This is a song about "Cotton"

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Out in the cotton gin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

I been out in the cotton field

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