Billy Jack Haynes (Boys On The Tracks)

(Billy Jack Haynes)
In the 1980s, I transported and trafficked in large quantities of cocaine, through out the United States Of America. I bought cocaine from the largest drug trafficker in the United States, Barry Seal out of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I would then sell that cocaine to contacts around the United States. Barry Seal later introduced me to a politician drug dealer from Arkansas. In 1984 that politician drug dealer, asked me to kill

(Mighty Casey)
Billy Jack, put them boys on the track
If them boys wanna tell, hit the boys with the mac (with the mac) Put them boys on the track
Put the coke on on the plane, get them boys on the crack
(On the crack) Put them boys on the track
If the Seal wanna squeal, hit the Seal in the Lac
Put them boys on the track
Watch your boy get away, watch your boy play the sax
(Play the Sax)

Uhhh, ain’t no snitches gettin stitches here
Strictly Snitches put in ditches here
Cocaine big business here
Can’t leave any witness here
So wipe up the evidence
I might run for President
50 million offa yayo
Popo on the payroll
Weight straight from Escobar
Shipped straight to Arkansas
(fuck) the feds (fuck) the Ds, (fuck) the DEA
See I sell yay for the CIA

Billy Jack, put them boys on the track
If them boys wanna tell, hit the boys with the mac (with the mac) Put them boys on the track
Put the coke on on the plane, get them boys on the crack
(On the crack) Put them boys on the track
If the Seal wanna squeal, hit the Seal in the Lac
Put them boys on the track
Watch your boy get away, watch your boy play the sax
(Play the Sax)

(Scyril)
Alt news and silly facts
Meek Milly in Philly strapped
Poppin a whelllie, I’m really back
I’m not for the Trix like silly rabbits
I’m out for the grip like gimme cabbage
Sleeper hold fill a mattress, buried alive
Fill a casket, boom bap that synth
That simple, high hat crash symbols
Cinderlla, spinderalla, it’s tinkerbell
Trying to sew Stringer Bell on a vintage leather
That’s through The Wire, talk it and they crucify ya
Double tap, double cross, calling you a liar
Walkie talkies sought truth for higher
I’s Pepa Pig walking through the fire
Chaka Khan tlkin through Mariah
False prophets verses true messiahs, woah
Vanilla ice verses smooth godiva
Scuba divin in a suit and tie and losing time

Billy Jack, put them boys on the track
If them boys wanna tell, hit the boys with the mac (with the mac) Put them boys on the track
Put the coke on on the plane, get them boys on the crack
(On the crack) Put them boys on the track
If the Seal wanna squeal, hit the Seal in the Lac
Put them boys on the track
Watch your boy get away, watch your boy play the sax
(Play the Sax)

(Nate)
Uh, silly billy, billy goat
It’s not the taste but the fact it numbs your mouth when it’s really coke
Coke boys in the Few do the max, b
But it’s the Feds moving coke if you ask me
If I self identify as a nigga in a criminal enterprise of offenders, fender benders
Gender bending in the pen, my pen cries the silent tears of many men
For 50 cents on a dollar, dollar straight, dollar box
Red and white chick spots, Bumpy Johnsons catch chicken pox
It’s tupacalypse now, for a two time felon getting locked in the pound
Pound puppies, where my dogs at
Raw dog rocky riding on horseback
Trying to find a balance where the law lacks
They full of shit, they need a laxative
Don’t tell me that I need to relax
There’s testimony that you need to redact for

Billy Jack, put them boys on the track
If them boys wanna tell, hit the boys with the mac (with the mac) Put them boys on the track
Put the coke on on the plane, get them boys on the crack
(On the crack) Put them boys on the track
If the Seal wanna squeal, hit the Seal in the Lac
Put them boys on the track
Watch your boy get away, watch your boy play the sax
(Play the Sax)