Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty When you came rollin' round, loud and proud With your boys talkin' about all that city slang Act like we don’t know a thing Just like we’re some backwoods rejects Barely write a bad check Bass fishin', cousin kissin' Nothin' but a bunch of rednecks I’m about to let you know, son We was raised on them shotguns And none of us ever gonna back down We’re proud of bein' small town Better listen to me close before you keep runnin' that lip 'Cause there’s a fifty-fifty chance That you might get your ass whipped Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty Let me tell you how it’s goin' down, all up in here Everybody know just who you is Momma, daddy and your kids Seen you at the Walmart Caught you over about the Dairy Queen Called your wife 'bout an hour ago Said you was at the bar with Jolene Now you’re talkin' crazy talk son Drunk as hell, hardly walk, son Tellin' us you the big cheese Momma gonna knock you to your knees If you go home and tell that country girl that bullshit There’s a fifty-fifty chance that you might get your ass whipped Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, yeah fifty-fifty Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, yeah fifty-fifty