I`m tellin you once and I ain`t kiddin` `round
you got two weeks to get outta town.
Gonna give you two weeks `til I break out the plow
and set the scarecrow free from his stake in the ground.
So long! Roll on.
The plow is greased and it`s ready to crease- better get outta town.
Tell me daddy, are you happy now?
Got yer back to the wall, one kick sends you down.
That ol` black magic has spun silk in my head.
It`s much too late to turn back whats been done and said.
No kinda cash deflects the lash.
If you choose to play- there`s hell to pay. Are you happy now?
The alarm`s been set for the monkey and the pet. You got two weeks till-
I know that a man`s gotta make his ends meet, but you soiled your sheets