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