Not sure I trust you with your promise and picks This time last year you were livin in the sticks I've since pulled up the carpet and swept up the floor I have a mind to just show you the door Your name has been stuck in my craw like a fish You seem to pull stocks out of thin air like a wish That stock pickin system you bought on ebay Might as well go in the trash on Tuesday It seems in your spare time you cannot get enough of following me around as if your quite tough Stalking is a crime so get off my back You will do well to remember not to mess with Billy Jack