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