2 Way Street Slick Rick

[Verse 1]
Well, I shot some deer, then I copped some beer
And did a show up in West Bubblefuck somewhere
Due to rap's wider ratio, satellites to Nato
Hillbilly drawers flew on the stage like tomatoes
Apparently more mack than I thought
Unfortunately, wife piece back in New York
And I'm starvin', being human and open with
A mad fine hillbilly woman was scopin' Rick
Thought entered how to lean and bent it
Though I'm not gonna lie, I was extremely tempted
(To what, Rick?) To discharge in a sister
Next thing, in the dressin' room, "Pardon me, mister"
Yes, I said cautiously, "Crazy, but possibly
You could sign your name on the back of these Dazy Duke shorts for me"
Try to resist, now girlfriend startin' it
The pen won't write, "You can press down hard on it"
Now, my hand browsin' her South end
Spun around about to shove my tongue in her mouth when
(Rring!) Loosen the grip my hell had
My girl, she was talkin' so nice I felt bad
Being untrue, no tellin' what it might do to her
"I love you", forced to say, "I love you back, too" to her
Any thought of gettin' pussy was doomed too
"You got a wife?", anniversary comin' up soon, too
Got off the phone, cock just got mute
"Don't get me wrong, it's not like you're not cute" (Uh-huh)
I'm wrong for mistreatin' her, the wantin' to skeetin' her
"I understand, goodbye, it was real nice meetin' ya"
What an angel overcomin' his wrongness
The moral I am tryin' to get across in this song is