They mad I got the soul, motherfucker Church This is KalaniOnDaBeat
Slit my throat, can't tell 'cause my red neck bleedin' racin' fuel Brain runnin' like a Hellcat Which genre? You won't have 'em thinkin' that I spell cast Music City magic, feel like I'm finna rob Batman Beat the game up so much I can't even see a mic stand Hip-hop goin' over their head like it's mic legs Mic check, hooked up like a side gig Cash cowboy and I be writin' my own checks Gimme the problem, I ain't playin' possum Success or [?], cross and take census to cut a track, your vocals stop workin' Drop curtain, I'm come beatin' the top circuits No need to give me flowers, every field I got flourished Every time I got eyes on my bon bon I find time to travel deep inside the shaft [?] Motherfuckin' hillbilly, motherfuckin' holler boy B-b-bad motherfucker ridin' in my Tonka toy Rollin' so stoned, got to coughin' in the lung Bet they wanna kill Bill but my presidents have been dead Its safe, call it presidential placement, when I step on the track they yell, "Racist" You know why? 'Cause they don't wanna race this Haha, ask them if they wanna taste test Hell naw, my sauce got honey drippin' off of it, motherfucker
Yellin' "Racist", they don't wanna race this Let your bae watch like Sandy Cheeks and [?] I'm grease lightnin' on the mic and we don't match Acid drippin' off the bottom of my mustache Spinnin' these wheels, flow looking like Monster-Max Always stay afloat and they know that is monster facts Always gettin' bucked, gun so big I need a monster rack Rampage Jackson, monster mine and slam you on a mat A mean track, I'm whiter than Nardwuar Lyrics gon' get you like Jiu-Jitsu, got arm bars Crucifix you to death out in my front yard So many bows to the dome, country attack Mars Yeah bitch, I'm that star, couple rings around me When they say I took a turn in my goldies with the platinum And the platinum set the tone on the standard where I'm standin' Ask a hater why he starin', tell his bitch to make us parents Ain't no barbeque sauce in the south that is hot as me I hip-hopped in the window and gave you my genealogy Rubbin' off on the game, poppin' up like a genie with jeans And songs so genius, add guitar so they start to see us
Yeah, but they could never be us, they can only see us New age outlaw shit bringin' different demeanor's Hahaha, motherfucker
I'm havin' fun with this, my redneck ass came bargin' in Reckless with the flow like rainfall to the Cumberland On the rise, kick your boots off if you're comin' in No Copperhead rowin' your boat, it be a Moccasin My image the realest, somebody's cousin Ideally pullin' up in the dually with hoochies and a bag of that killer I'm bad and I'm bigger, the b-b-b-bubba, the millions Always standin' outside, somebody tell Wayne I never had ceiling's Church motherfucker, you hear them crickets?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
