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upchurch - ill mind 5 remix lyrics

[intro]
church
ghost

[verse]
man this industry is crazy like a bunch of crooked politics
everybody tryin’ to pickpocket me for my f-ckin’ sh-t
got cousins i ain’t never met tryin’ to come over to spend the night
like cracker i don’t know you from adam so quit hittin’ my line
got everybody and their mama tryin’ to get a feature
i’m from the deep south and i don’t like to loot and l!ck her
i’m tryin’ to get up to gettin’ tipsy at the mtv awards
so i can fist fight with celebrities that i don’t like no more
end up on tmz, yeah like kanye west
if i wear a maga hat it’s probably what you’d expect
since i’m a southern born and raised dirty honkey from the southside
trump sticker on the bumper of my lifted up ride
yeah man i’m on defense around the tickin’ clock
but my offense can take a 308 round blow off your c-ck
i ain’t talkin’ the enjoyable, i’m talkin’ so deplorable
you won’t be sleepin’ on me when i overdose you with some chloroform
yeah i’m way past formal somethin’ i don’t even understand
i’ve been this way since i seen a mohican on some farmer’s land
stars fell from the sky, entered deep into my blood stream
now i’m an indestructible being that’s sayin’ a bunch of wild things
it’s like i’m runnin’ from myself tryin’ to catch me in the same aisle
it’s universal with the minutes, i ain’t talkin’ studio time
but d-mnit if i could i’d have s-x with this microphone
add some 808’s so every speaker in here’s gettin’ blown
more b-ss, more snare, yeah i’m way way out there
the earth is tiny ’cause i’m spittin’ bars where there’s no air
’cause i done got a taxi reach for me don’t even let your teacher lie
i rap around the solar system like a bunch of meteorites
ironic when i spit it, my head strapped with a astro
so ahead of the game can’t hear ’em callin’ me -ssh0l-
my alice out the window hope you don’t find your way
’cause if you f-ckin’ up mine then you sl!ck tryin’ to hate
and you don’t want the wrath of a madman in a tennessee cabin
whose never goin’ to know the feelin’ of bein’ a f-ckin’ has been
constantly blazin’ tragic and never losin’ my traction
yeah i’m breathtakin’ dog, i hope you don’t have asthma
ah, sh-t, i got asthma
but i’m still one of the throats they ain’t ever gonna grab after
one look and they thought i was knee slapper
ended up a rap master who’s plasterin’ the nash action
a record deal and a pile of money
yeah i’m from music city and you yuppie f-cks kinda funny
lookin’ at me weird when i hit the strip h-lla muddy
somewhat like a workin’ man, a workin’ man is when i was buzzin’
it wasn’t even friday, it was wednesday in franklin (uh huh)
i was workin’ in a house lookin’ at chandeliers danglin’
and wonderin’ how to get where these rich f-cks was standin’
churchman need a jeep rockin’ desert storm cami’s (ayy)
i’m ready for war now just give me the 50 cal
i’ll be a tractor on crack steady plowin’ them all down
farmer church be catchin’ bodies like his hands are made of trampolines
makin’ t-tties bounce like they ravin’ out with the laser beams
but hey i don’t go to parties bro i barely leave my house
and if you see a beef from me you better turn around
my mind state metal gear solid, i hold the game’s controller
paid my light bill for a hundred years my generator’s dump
my career is my baby and it’s somethin’ that i’m holdin’
and this coat keep me warm, keep me off this tail oven
’cause if i have to turn around and take away from my focus
i’m gonna k!ll with a hocus pocus potion and get goin’

[outro]
church
hahahaha
too easy
i’ll see you tomorrow stoner
stay fresh skin
haha

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