My name is Mud, but call me Alowishus Devadander AbercrombieThat's long for Mud so I've been told
Told that by this sons-a-bitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold
I've got my pride, I drink my wine
I drink only the finest except I haven't earned a dime in several months
Or were it years
The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears
We had our words, a common spat
So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat
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Mudd. Two 'd's. After the doctor who set John Wilkes Booth's broken leg.
A little bit of history for ya.
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