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upchurch - going bad (remix) lyrics

[intro]
i got like 45 extra minutes, after this i gotta go straight to rod run
church, church, church

[verse]
i ain’t goin’ bad, i don’t have a expiration date
my flow is always fire like it’s comin’ from a shiner state
i always come correct like i got the highest law degree
johnnie cochran with the talk and if i lose my voice let it be
’cause i could be a mute and you still gon’ hear me yellin’
some homies at my house, registered as a felon
i’m the garbage pail kid eatin’ rotten watermelon
spittin’ lethal seeds so all my minions have a chance to plant ’em
i don’t even get mad when these rappers jock me though
click like on that sh-t, comment on that b-tch like “neato”
i be eatin’ haters like i’m high and all i got are cheetos
i’ma outdoors man, put my mic in my gazebo
b-tch i’m country fried chicken willie, won’t burn in any sk!llet
you can nuke me in the face and i wouldn’t feel it
body parts all billet, your momma’s mom’ll prolly feel it
b-ss so hard send me back to the ’50s
so i pulled up to a burger joint and talked to all the cl-ssy chicks
i told ’em i go hard like a guy with a futuristic d-ck
money longer than your skirt, hangin’ at your ankles
i’m danny zuko, revvin’ engines at the pink ladies
half a dead man oh brother where the art at?
’bout to go nuts like a monocle in a top hat
everybody wants the beef but cannot find the aisle
i grew up on the goat’s, i’ll be around for a while
my niche is i ain’t got an itch i barely have a style
but what i watched a thousand times is the movie 8-mile
i don’t elmer fudd around i was raised up on the rabbit
that’s why i’m diggin’ these graves i mean holes dagnabbit
so run it, run it, run it, run it, chase me ’til your lungs collapse
’cause i’ll be castin’ spells and make you have a m-ssive asthma attack
and hackin’ black up out the bag, go spit that sh-t out on the ground
you lookin’ for a water fountain, mr. ‘thirsty for that clout’
leave you parched under a pear tree, barely survivin’ in the mild heat
i’ma serve my haters burnin’ like i run buffalo wild wings (what?) would you like to drink a tallboy of warm horse p-ss
you want teriyaki with a side dish of nashi? (check please)
yeah they wanna sew me, sue me, do me, ruin what the f-ck i’m doin’
but you’re messin’ with psychosis used as a tool to go do it
so if you speakin’ to me sound fluid and not f-ckin’ stupid
i’m the sh-t, you’re diaper p–py
yeah these people think they hard and show up when really they just sharted
brown markin’ whitie-tighties, don’t blame it all on the chronic
i’ma poo on these b-tches, ain’t talkin’ christopher robin
some of these dudes up out their noodle, don’t make me steal your shrimp ramen
gimme that bowl, gimme that fork, gimme that table if you wanna flex
get the f-ck up out my chair before i break your f-ckin’ neck
and leave my property line before i start my f-ckin’ mini ex
i don’t have fifty cents for you, i don’t got chains around my neck
instruction-struction, what’s your function, hip-hop growin’ such a fungus
antiflamitoric, i ain’t chokin’ on a thing they throwin’
rocks are like some pebbles, i’m across the rangin’ dangerous ocean
i’m the microban, you’re mold, the industries the whole apartment
i’m your neighbor with the pliers, i cut your brakes and slice your tires
i ain’t kevin gates but, ayy, i don’t get tired
i just get fried and i spit lines longer than some tree vines
if you swing you must connect the first time
you jumped on a track lookin’ just like thotiana
i don’t beef with no b-tches, why you wearin’ a tiara
i’ll wait here while you bust it down with your offbeat -ss
need me to say your name ’cause it’s hard to sell real trash
that’s why i picked you up, put you in a bag and i tied it
hashtag ‘no name’, but you prolly still got excited ha

[outro]
motorsport, mo-motorsport
h-ll yeah now i can go to f-ckin’ rod run
yeah motherf-cker church, church
stone baby stone
stone baby stone
stone baby stone
motherf-cker

- upchurch lyrics

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