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Who the hell am I? I'm that man that you hear comin' up behind you at the
Spin In. You hear my big black boots dragging the ground as I come up to the
of the corner of your eye. I smell like the junk yard, and it looks like I have
20 years of grease under my nails and on my jeans. My car is pulled at the
font door, blocking the entrance. My two boys, Sid and Cash, are fighting
and screaming in the back set. My wife is hanging out the window hitting the
horn, yelling fer me to hurry my ass up, and not to forget the Dr. Pepper. As
your walking away, after you pay $75 to fill up your SUV's tank, I slide my
six pack of Lone Star over to the clerk. When your fight to walk around my
car, you can help not to stare at my baby girl. Praying in your head I don't
see 'ya. Yeah, I see 'ya, I don't mind if you look. I know all to well that she is
built to please. And I know she would slice you up with her razor before she'd
ever looks at you twice... Yes, I am that man. That man that scares you every
time my car pulls up behind you at a red light. The man that makes you
hurry up your wife and kids from the table to the door when I blow into
Micky D's with Cash and Sid cussin' and kicking... and my wife looking very,
very mean. I am the man you let though the door first, and say "No, you
first!" You want to know who in the hell am I? I'm the father to Sid and
Cash-Hasil, (And yes, that is their real names), and Daddy to the woman of
your wet dreams... That's who the fuck I am...
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