You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch
High in the saddle make my backbone itch
And my tongue will train you like a lash from a whip
And I'll give you cuts I won't need you to spit
And if you can't touch my cradle how do you win
Because baby no one's shamed particulary
I dont beat you but you can't stop spreading horse shit
cause I'm here to break your fall
I know the whole first verse.
You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch High in the saddle make my backbone itch And my tongue will train you like a lash from a whip And I'll give you cuts I won't need you to spit And if you can't touch my cradle how do you win Because baby no one's shamed particulary I dont beat you but you can't stop spreading horse shit cause I'm here to break your fall
Hoped that helped.