Cunt of a Bitch Songtext
von Hank Williams III

Radio Chick here
Anybody got me kiddin′ out there?
Whoo, yeah!
What a fuckin' dream song
Hey, goddamn it (one time)
That bitch done knocked me the fuck out
(Oh, you got knocked over your ass, goddamn)

That bitch, she stole my cocaine (look out!)
She′s wanted all around
And I did my best to watch my ass
But she done took me down (get her, boys)

That bitch, she stole my cocaine
And now she's on the run
Well, I heard she was even fucking a cop
Just to steal his loaded gun (fuck)

I met her in Texarkana, I was drinking pirate rum
She said she wanted to suck my dick and make me wanna cum
Then all of a sudden I just saw black, and I woke up on the ground
And that cunt of a bitch, she took my wallet and that's how it went down


That bitch, she took my cocaine
And now she′s on the run
And I′m gonna pistol whip her
With my fucking loaded gun (get her, boys)

That bitch, she stole my cocaine
And I'm gonna hunt her down
And when I see her goddamn face
She ain′t gonna be so proud

He met her in Texarkana, he was trying to stay alive
That bitch, she tried to kill him and tried to fuck his life
He did his best to watch his ass, but she done took him down
He just got a tip that she's in Tennessee now

Jesus Christ

Old rebel Alan King from Hellstomper got the sound
I wish I was making the story up, but that′s how it went down
You know the King always gives his best hillbilly advice
He'd rather killed that bitch, but instead he kept her alive

That bitch, she took my cocaine
And now she′s on the run
I did my best to watch my ass
But she done had some fun


That bitch, she took my cocaine
And now she's on the run
Well, I heard she's even fucking Johnny Law
Just to steal his loaded fucking goddamn son of a bitchin′ gun
Fuck all

I asked her if she want
Break my fucking leg
Get ′her, boys

Yeah, she, that cunt, she's standing right there with another victim in her eyes
And I know she′s gettin' ready takin′ him around back just to tell him about her lies
Ah, you know I'm creepin′ around that in corner, I got a damn good surprise
I'm gonna wrap that bitch in old rusted barbed wire, make her set her own ass on fire

Well, I met her in Texarkana and I was drinking pirate rum
She said she wanted to turn some tricks and play with my loaded gun
But then all of a sudden, I just saw black and I woke up on the ground
That cunt of a bitch, she took my wallet and that's how it went down

That bitch, she stole Hank′s cocaine
But she can′t get too far
Whatever that bitch had in mind
And used to got some bar

That bitch, she stole Hank's cocaine
But now she′s on the ground
That devil came a-knockin'
When the Lord is out of town

He used to smoke his neon when she walked in haze
Until that pistol whip that bitch to the other side of her brain
She done me wrong in every way you′d never do a man
And brought that cheap cocaine that served the promised land

Well, Alan King from Hellstomper helped me get to south
He said if I had killed that bitch, I'd be up ′til by now
You know it's time for the hillbilly king to sing another line
'Cause he′s the one who created this sound with all his rebel pride

That bitch, she stole Hank′s cocaine
But now she's on the ground
That devil came a-knocking
When the Lord is out of town

That bitch, she stole Hank′s cocaine
But now she's on the ground
The devil came a-knockin′
When the Lord is out of town

Fuckin' bitch
Too hard bitch, I′m gonna act in a c-c-c-country style
Goddamn it, boy
Country style

Texas wine, Tennessee fire
Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine
Texas wine, Tennessee fire
Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine

Texas wine, Tennessee fire
Lookin′ for that Mississippi moonshine
Texas wine, Tennessee fire
Lookin′ for that Mississippi moonshine

Texas wine, Tennessee fire
Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine
Texas wine, Tennessee fire
Lookin′ for that Mississippi moonshine

Texas wine (hey-hey)
Tennessee fire (hey-hey)
Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine (hey-hey)

Yeah, we′re born poor, raised from Tennessee
Ain't no fakin′ it

Texas wine, Tennessee fire
Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine
Texas wine, Tennessee fire
Lookin' for that Mississippi moonshine

Are you ready to go to Houston town, boy?
Don′t do no cocaine, son
Always stick with the speed
Thank ya
Goddamn "Train Song"