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Take me out to the back of the shed
Shoot me in the back of the head

Take me out to the back of the shed
And shoot me in the back of the head
Uh, take me out to the back of the shed
And shoot me in the motherfucking head

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Bet you've never seen a wreck like this
Yeah, but I'm always doing better than your peers and your bitch
So what'cha trying to say about my wrist?
Yeah, I'm Old Yeller
Yelling at the top of my lungs, but I'm always at the top of the cunt
I'm like the runt litter
I made a deal with God that lets me live to the fullest
But with the company paying to make me bitter
Yo, I stay in the dark and I bark at the walls until my last breath leaves my lungs
Yo, I'm waiting for my master to come back with a clip
Ain't no point if I run
Ain't no point if I run

Take me out to the back of the shed
And shoot me in the back of the head
Take me out to the back of the shed
And shoot me in the motherfucking head

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Bet you've never seen a wreck like this
Yeah, but I'm always doing better than your peers and your parents
So what'cha trying to say about my wrist?


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Old Yeller song meanings
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