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justtrae - hog feast 2 lyrics

[intro]
oh sh+t, man
we tried to give you some time man but you just don’t work quick enough i guess
haha it’s okay hannah montanah (woo!)
justtrae m+th+ f+cker

[verse one]
i’m bringing country rap back, f+ck political rap
let’s make america great and send the canadian back
because i can give you 50 reasons, why you never shooting back
you havin trouble findin ammo up in cali, sit back
watch an learn, you ain’t sweating you ain’t even doin work
i’ll make ya dig your own grave with the shovel, that you earned
“man my hands f+ckin hurt, i’m never use to touchin dirt”
“f+ck, i just painted my nails can i leave an go get a manicure?”
no james charles, and you actin kinda pеtty too
american problems ain’t your problems, for just somе petty views
the problem is the problem in the mirror
lookin back at you
i know it is confusin, f+ckin f+ggot can’t relate to you
’bout to bring a hog down, maybe pass it around
f+ck that i want it all, let the pig squeal around
burnt bacon n eggs, and i can picture it now
cut the head off of the hog, and throw it in his home town
what the f+ck’s the matter tom? is your head up in the clouds?
maybe that’s the only reason why you never lookin down
cuz you always lookin up an suckin b+lls right now
does it taste a little salty from the sweat drippin down?
you just a shadow of the shady, ain’t no light for you to run
i’m boutta run 8 miles around your ass
run, rabbit, run
[verse two]
don’t need to reload, and i guess you not afraid to die today
these m+th+ f+ckas laughin at you frostier than corn flakes
ha, get it?
your ass is b+tthurt
i’m takin’ bigger sh+ts on the daily, while you just rub yours
throw a lil dirty on it pansy an go get f+cked first
the “love’s” on 39, all the truckers want the love first
oh wait, i get it, it’s that time of the month
tom macdonald needs a tampon, for period blood
an what you need a purple one? cuz you a big ‘ole p+ss
i don’t need to tell you twice, you got experience cuz
and f+ck a full metal jacket, i got the jackets with the letter “u”
your face is painted on the front, the back is just a “w”
cuz i been f+ckin winning in the woods, i’m flying over you
my double “u” a wing, i’m higher levels than your freedom dude
let me slow it down cause maybe you don’t understand
better raise your right hand, “number 7” take a stand
try to take the country rap into the palm of your hands
an we can see it didn’t work for you, you lyin again (so wtf)
you f+ckin with a country boy now, an i call the kenfolk
can’t take the country out of me, we call you out bro
f+ck around an drop you in the woods, where you never go
no california beaches around here, you at the creek hoe
don’t be another reason, why we diggin dirt from earth bruh
give me a reason, not have you sleepin in a he+rs+ bruh
don’t need to bother because the pills you used to swallow
had you practicing, swallowing, bottles closest to the bottom bruh
ronald mcdonald, you might as well just go and paint your face
all those face tats, don’t make you hard, this ain’t the old way
2024 you might as well just dig your own grave
hang over gang
because he’s caught up in his old age
independent artist but he’s fakin the sales
you ain’t no independent artist
you depend on the sales
you ain’t no artist
you a b+tch
and that’s the difference to tell
so go and write some better hooks cuz those are garbage as well
[outro]
you m+th+ f+cker, i could do this sh+t all day bro
that’s why they call me the underdog
cuz i bark back m+th+ f+cker

- justtrae lyrics

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