Lyrics by Ronnie Riddle, Music by Marty Hill
What you see is what you get the only hell our mama's raised
Rough around the edges, road hard and half crazed
We can talk the talk and we can walk the walk
And we'll d*** sure pass the test
You may think you hold the key
Hell, we aint impressed
(Chorus)
Nuff Said!
Like a 2x4 upside your head
The truth is gonna hurt
Nuff Said!
Got an axe to grind and we're seein' red
Nuff Said!
Been around the block before it aint our first rodeo
We're here to spread the gospel, gonna heal the radio
Good people want good music not just beats and talk
Me and the boys done brought the noise
Crank it up ya'll, Let's RAWK
(Chorus)
Hey Mr. Music Businessman, you can't ignore the truth
We got the cure for what ails you, southern-fried 200 proof!
(Chorus)
What you see is what you get the only hell our mama's raised
Rough around the edges, road hard and half crazed
We can talk the talk and we can walk the walk
And we'll d*** sure pass the test
You may think you hold the key
Hell, we aint impressed
(Chorus)
Nuff Said!
Like a 2x4 upside your head
The truth is gonna hurt
Nuff Said!
Got an axe to grind and we're seein' red
Nuff Said!
Been around the block before it aint our first rodeo
We're here to spread the gospel, gonna heal the radio
Good people want good music not just beats and talk
Me and the boys done brought the noise
Crank it up ya'll, Let's RAWK
(Chorus)
Hey Mr. Music Businessman, you can't ignore the truth
We got the cure for what ails you, southern-fried 200 proof!
(Chorus)