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upchurch - ringer freestyle lyrics

[intro]
ahh, ey, there’s a fire
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[verse 1]
eh, machine gun kelly and slim shady
got me wantin’ to f-ck sh-t up and make a country rap, baby
so, let me start this off with a f-ck y’all, y’all pay me
i ain’t doin’ no features for you b-tches, y’all lazy
yeah, you wantin’ me to keep you’re name afloat
like the lifeguard i’m not gonna be, b-tch
i be in the woods, y’all playin’ me
even when it’s not f-ckin’ halloween
’cause my spotlight bulbs got halogens
i’m a a-1 performer like kaepernick
go for this hail mary, i’ll toss the sh-t
to the endzone behind me ’cause i’m a f-ckin’ pr-ck (eh)
so, you gotta backtrack like the tracks you spit
yeah, bud light, mud trucks, boots and spit
so cottonmouth y’alls saliva don’t even exist
y’all about as much as rappers as the outside of a tootsie stick
i ain’t takin’ l’s i’m just throwin’ d-cks
no tony h0m-, you can catch my b-lls
that’s if you insecure country rappers sayin’
yeah, i’m country, can’t run that far
i’m the king of the f-ckin’ country (yeah)
i’m, i’m the boss of the f-ckin’ sticks (yeah)
you a cardio workout, only two minute songs
same size as your career with a tv show, b-tch
sh-t talkin’ me, sayin’ i need god
it’s dog, i’m fire, on a plane with fifty pilots
every beat i k!ll it then i go deep fry it
still hold that six pack so the b-tches like it (correct)
and i know you want me dead so you could sell a album
checkin’ on my instagram every hour
like d-mn i hate this dude, god, he’s such a f-ggot
why they think he dope, fame why he have it
d-mn his music sucks, he needs to brush his t–th
they dirty for me tryna start some f-ckin’ beef
but y’alls oven lookin’ f-ckin’ broken
with no cord and no heat
and i could run this sh-t with no feet
just nubs as legs i still got ya beat
and i ain’t even a f-ckin’ rapper, you can check my youtube, dog
13 milli on pond creek
so, triple a, m-st-rbate, mashed potate, why you hate
i don’t give a transgender f-ck about what you think
i’m the slender man, standin’ tall on the river bank
i don’t need the hook to lure you in like some fish bait
coattail, hotel, long nails, church bells
y’all releasin’ ep’s markin’ it to wholesale
headlights, marked dice, bar fight, start right
every wack motherf-cker better evade my sight
i’m seein’ 20-20, you laugh like it’s funny
b-tch, i’ll bend you over like a playboy bunny
record it, send it all to worldstar
yeah, i f-cked the game up, music labeled as a p-rnstar
they don’t want smoke ’cause i grew up on a farm
critics say hillbilly, i say get the rebar
i’m buildin’ these bridges and i’m burnin’ them down y’all
i get to the other side then lay with the posers
i’m the mohican surrounded by some ugly -ss hosier’s
sh-t talkin’ like an ex that really needs some closure
wearin’ carhartt’s ’cause your image h-lla h-lla country
heat stroke lookin’ -ss, takin’ selfies in the summer heat
b-ss pro mannequin, selfie for the instagram
sugar in your blood, i’ll take a bite and taste the honey ham
yeah, i’m the money man, you won’t catch me openin’
unless we’re signed to a label makin’ milli’s off a platinum jam
eh, you know that’s true
and my jeans fulla dust and my collar h-lla blue
and my b-tch h-lla tan, i ain’t got a lamborghini
i’m a chevy man, dog, southside runnin’ with me
if you wanna run up, swerve into my lane
y’all some window rappers, real inside a frame
i’m bustin’ through the pane goin’ clinically insane
makin’ you disintegrate, second guessin’ what you say
and if you p-ss me off, it’s your head inside a lake
how many careers in this lane can i take, let me think
hmm, yeah i had the answer before i asked the question
ain’t that impressive
yeah my fe-fe got that wet-wet
but i ain’t totin’ no f-ckin’ super soaker
i’m rockin’ desert eagles motherf-cker
with a purge mask and crew of jokers
yeah, i got a bigger fire, almost touchin’ power lines
i’m electrified by the beef i’m seein’ online
sh-t, i’ll be hungry as a stoner with an empty fridge, hogtied
about to eat the beds of rappers sleepin’ on me all the time
b-tch, give me that f-ckin’ pillow
yeah, also let me get that d-mn blanket
i’m so cold in this f-ckin’ booth
i treat my microphone like a freezin’ baby
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[outro]
thinkin’ i don’t know about the sh-t y’all say behind my back (i know)
motherf-cker, put it on the microphone, dog (won’t do it)
go ahead (skrrt)
by the way, with the mgk and eminem sh-t
i don’t know, i like both of ’em
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