The Truck - Christopher Franke

We get the truck loaded with some chicken and some sheep Ket Tackyâs gonna buy himself new tires to his Jeep I say Pigs and pork and hay on forks Thatâs our melody On the market weâll be very rich one day youâll see On the market I saw grandmaâ Ruth she offered me a pig Damned scary she was very ugly looking in her wig So I sure was in a hurry so I threw it in the truck Then she got very mad and I said: "Who gives a ------". Chorus: Get the truck loaded weâve a long way to go Get the truck rollinâ away from Idaho Keep the wheels movinâ all the way to Walnut Grove And I know and I know weâre gonna see the money flow. Ken Tacky had discovered that the raisin show was fake He had bought the tires Bill had made of his gigantic snake He said: "Snakeskin tires!" They will match up perfect with my boots. Then Bill came running after him the big fat brute! Father Raskenstam he offered me a chicken with two heads I bought it as a present to my stupid uncle Fred But the noise he made was awful so I threw him in the truck Then he got very mad so I just kicked him in the back Chorus:

Fire truck, fire truck I wish I could ride a fire truck Fire truck, oh, fire truck I wish I could ride a fire truck I wish I could wake up in the fire station To the sound of the fire bell I'd slide down the fire pole and go, "Wee!" All the way down And hop onto the fire truck Fire truck, fire truck I wish I could ride a fire truck Fire truck, oh, fire truck I wish I could ride a fire truck When people see the truck come near They put their hands over their ears The siren is so loud On this fire truck Fire truck, fire truck I wish I could ride a fire truck Fire truck, oh, fire truck I wish I could ride a fire truck I wish I could hook the hose to the hydrant Spray the water on the fire I wish I could climb the giant ladder Way up high And say I'm here to save the day Fire truck, fire truck I wish I could ride a fire truck Fire truck, oh, fire truck I wish I could ride a fire truck Once the fire is all put out Everyone will scream and shout "Great job, Mr. Fireman You've put out that fire once again" And I'll say "You're very welcome Just doing my job on my" Fire truck, fire truck I wish I could ride a fire truck Fire truck, oh, fire truck I wish I could ride a fire truck Fire truck, fire truck I wish I could ride a fire truck Fire truck, oh, fire truck I wish I could ride a fire truck

Blrrrd (blrrrd) Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (KJ, let the beat knock) Let's go Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Blrrrd (blrrrd) Ayy, ayy Backseat of the Rolls truck, keep pouring up, pint damn near empty Mo' drank that I pour up, the deeper I get in my feelings Close range back of the skull, I lost Lil Geno accidentally No opp can say they did it, pussy getting killed 'cause he mentioned This rap shit just a image, gotta know that I'm still spinnin' Never paid for a hit, 30 get active with them switches He thought this shit was sweet and fell a victim of this glizzy Free Preston out the feds, they gave him ten 'cause niggas snitchin' Ayy, he gotta go, that's on my nigga One opp so little, when he die, he getting smoked out a Swisher Certified in these streets, I get shit done, we push the issue Can't bring that shit to Cali', I'm out here strapped with a millennium I'm extra Drop a bag on your head, kill you, then buy myself a Tesla Keep hollering I'm a rapper, say that same shit to detective Choppa Gang, that's for life, pussy, go to war with the Devil Write that over my hearse next to KSBG forever AR-15, Glock 19, 7.62, et cetera Never caught no corona 'cause every day sipping medical I'm booked up on the weekend, but hitting they block in my schedule Got pins on Glock, bump stock ARs, this shit could send us federal Gucci shoe, Gucci sock, Gucci belt with the Gucci letterman Boy, you ain't really trapping, heard you got rich off a settlement Lot of niggas don't like me, they just with me 'cause they scared of me Shiesty told me to move tighter, watch out for envy and jealousy They hate me 'cause I'm winning, Lord Staying dangerous every day, forgive me as I'm sinning, Lord Ain't too many niggas blessed like me and they still spinning, Lord Said, ain't too many niggas rich as me hop out with semis, Lord How they did that last boy? Remind me of my last kill Pussy pulled that stunt in 2015, on his ass still Snuck 20 Percs up on the plane and the bottle say Advil Flew the set to Cali', we went too ham on that last drill Blrrrd (blrrrd) Blrrrd (blrrrd) Blrrrd (blrrrd), blrrrd (blrrrd), blrrrd (blrrrd)