upchurch - norman bait's lyrics
[intro: vicxl, brabo gator & upchurch]
um, church made a video called the country rap money grab +evil laugh+
do you feel like there is such thing as a country rap money grab?
“yeah” +laugh+
church
[verse 1]
this mornin’ i woke up and i ate me some eggs and bacon
a glass of oj and headed to the studio station
to do some charity for the mako wish foundation
mako with an ‘o’ so i’m pinpointin’ my statement
now they askin’ “who want it” so i put them stones in my pocket
’cause a up to date weapon is too advanced for this weak target
i guess i nut on a bed and now it’s the birth of an artist
with the last name of a murderer, now i murder my daughter
she call hеr boss “daddy,” but i’m her father (yeah)
company namеd after a boat, but you in open water (haha)
set sail and ride the wave, y’all some f+ckin’ otters
hangin’ ten inside my barrel now i take you under (pew)
i’m a master baiter, country rap creator
if they blow up off me i deflate ’em
seo my name for youtube algorithm
ceo so full of sh+t, ask his artists about their paper
they all playin’ in the dirt, “somebody go grab the camera”
must be out your d+mn mind, trickin’ a guy with no sight
typin’ a contract for him to sign when the man’s blind
sinderella lookin’ like rapunzel on the decline
cut the roots of her hair because my castle’s one she won’t climb (haha)
[verse 2]
you a big truck rider but your name ain’t on the title
holy ghostwriter, but n0body really wanna buy bull (ooh)
y’all my best nut riders, i’ma invent me a d+ck stool
threaten me with lead because you even suck on pencil
from the rooster coop, let ’em see what this c+ck+a+doo will do
my relationship gave this trick a song and a label too
check it, my name wasn’t even attached to this groopie hooch
only gator i had ever ended up as table food (gator)
i leave tips at outback bigger than your itunes monthly do (cha+ching)
sl!ck sayin’ my name because you scared you gonna lose the views (sissy)
sippin’ from a small cup, gotta shake your ass you got not b00bs
i’m so hard my dna affects the way the future moves
[verse 3]
p.s. where the f+ck is this imaginary throne at (i can’t find it)
always talkin’ throwin’ stones, i’m the one to throw back
don’t smile at me with s+m+n t++th thinkin’ you finna get a plaque (uhhh)
when your boyfriend is out there tryin’ to vocal match haystak (haystak)
this lady out of date, i’d never take her on a date
’cause i ain’t about to smell swamp ass while i’m tryin’ to cut my steak
but i guess they raised the stakes without sayin’ n0body’s name
’cause gator knows i’m an alien, he’s lion without the mane (purr)
[verse 4]
and did you think for a second you would get wrecked after breakfast
gimme the same pen that i doodle and go and sign all my checks with
i’ve been itchin’ to do this to all you talentless b+tches
give my talent prescriptions, your whole career is pre+scripted
yeah, i’m the future motherf+cker so i can’t be predicted
i rap so much my physical form is always up there and is gifted
for three years savannah runs a track like copd add the ie
since y’all copied me like people did eminem in ’03
prolly say i’m bein’ mean, seekin’ internet sympathy
manager gets you naked, you get the cl!cks and then call it streams
[verse 5]
you a fish tank ho, you’d be broke without the filter
algae in your ass crack, even onlyfans can smell ya
diss my ex that i dated only for like ten minutes
business model bunch of crickets, mako artists diggin’ ditches
only takin’ shots (pow+pow) ’cause they lookin’ masculinus
fj needs balloons to see the charts, he chillin’ with some whippets
why you beatin’ on your chest you ugly ducklin’ of a midget?
biceps smaller than my d+ck is, on my nuts so much you pivot
feelin’ froggy won’t you ribbit in my lane then (lane then)
ain’t no gator in this water, i’m the rain man (rain man)
how can dexter want a feature? she don’t k!ll sh+t (k!ll sh+t)
i’m a blood spiller, y’all ain’t left a stain yet (nope)
[outro: brabo gator & upchurch]
’cause i’ll get people that ask and they’re like listen to this motherf+cker
hey don’t you see, holler boys tryna do what mako is doin’ and i’m like bubba, good
the f+ck, who the f+ck’s gonna f+ckin’ follow a go+a broken f+ckin’ non+workin’ business model you dumb motherf+cker
well, that was f+ckin’ easy
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