p*** Up a Rope Lyrics

My dinner's on fire while she watches TV
And if you've ever wondered what it's like to be me
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
Yells at my buddies and insults my folks
I'm breakin' my back doin' the best that I can
She's got time for the dog and none for her man
And I'm no dope, but I can't cope
So hit the f*****' road and p*** up a rope
You can p*** up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin'
Pack your bag, I don't need the ag
On your knees you big, booty b**** start suckin'
You ride my a** like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up s**** creek with a t*** for a paddle
And I can't cope -- p*** up a rope
Uh, you can p*** up a rope and feel the p***y dribble
You can p*** up a rope and watch me giggle
For the last 6 months I been packin' your bag
You can wash my b**** with a warm, wet rag
Till my b**** feel smooth and soft like silk
I'm sick of your mouth and your 2 percent milk
And I'm no dope, but I've lost all hope
So hit the f*****' road and p*** up a rope
You can p*** up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin'
Pack your bag, I don't need the ag
On your knees you big, booty b**** start suckin'
You ride my a** like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up s**** creek with a t*** for a paddle
And I can't cope -- p*** up a rope

[chorus twice]