This is a song about "Morning wood"

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Every morning in the mirror

And you know i paint that picture

My god come before this bread

Hide bodies in a wood shed

And sure enough my dad came one morning

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

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Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond