Damn, these dumb, drunk trailer park boys

Throwing beer cans all in my ditch

Don't know why the hell they don't wait 'til they get home

Another dog climbing out of the holler

With a hunter's orange collar 'round his old neck

I'll keep him in the pen 'til

they figure out one's still gone

Natty Light, working on 'em day and night

VHS T. K. and Mike, Deer Huntin' 3 on a rewind

Perked up, Lynyrd Skynyrd turned up

If you never heard of me, I'm

King of the hill

I ain't ripping these roots from the mud, and I never will

Keep a. 38 bellied

You can bet your bottom dollar bill, bill, bill, bill, bill

Put your bottom land on, we got shit to kill, kill, kill

King of the hill

King of thе hill

Every Sunday stuck on the Panasonic

Yelling at my man

thе body in the wall on turn three (Damn it, Bobby)

Need to smoke a little—, wee-ooh

Pass the fuck out with my gut out, fall asleep to

King of the Hill

I ain't ripping these roots from the mud, and I never will

Keep a. 38 bellied

You can bet your bottom dollar bill, bill, bill, bill, bill

Put your bottom land on, we got shit to kill, kill, kill

King of the hill

And I go fuck Atlanta, fuck L. A

Box my bones in the crimson clay

Fuck Seattle, fuck New York

I got the whole world sittin' right here on the back porch

I ain't ripping these roots from the mud and I never will

Keep that fuck around bellied

You can bet your bottom dollar bill, bill, bill, bill, bill

Put your bottom land on, we got shit to kill, kill, kill

King of the hill

King of the hill