a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

upchurch - tractor soup-lie #2 lyrics

[verse 1]
this guy, he thinks i care about his stance
if this guy stood up right now you prolly wearin’ a mini skirt instead of pants
crossin’ your legs, doin’ the tom+tom dance
’cause you at the screen tryin’ to think of something clever so you pop ninety+nine vyvanse
don’t lie, you cl!ck dislike on every single one of my rants
is this dude a reactor or a hip+hop tyrant?
he gets really mad, slings his headphones down he’s like, “f+ck it, i quit
i’m retired from this sh+t,” turns around and comes out of retirement
what happened? did i inspire this?
it ain’t my fault your homeboy can’t come out with a firе diss
even if he did fire three timеs, i’m gonna survive, miss
this dude clocked back in to slob on the caucasian d+ck
but hey, it’s okay if you dip out, raised to spit
how am i at fault for your boyfriends laziness?
old macdonald don’t have a farm, that’s a cage he in
my sh+t’s set in stone like i laid the sh+t
pellet gun shorty, that’s a baby clip
little guy don’t spit, get him a baby bib
they don’t ride a wave like i, my blood type be ktm
you blow smoke and flip+flop like that katie b+tch
“upchurch stop,” i can’t, like champagne all i do is pop
this guy goes to sleep at night with the song whiteboy’s on repeat alot
sticks his foot in his own ass, and his d+ck in a sock

[interlude]
plane flying over, let me wait ’til it’s gone
what was i sayin’? something about a d+ck and a sock
[verse 2]
well, f+ck it, he ain’t gettin’ no p+ssy ’cause he can’t beat the box
just think, all this sh+t is just comin’ off of the top
my talent sk!ll so high they can’t even see my spot
and if they found it, f+ck it, front door, i keep it locked
they’re like, “you’re on drugs,” well, if i am, atleast i ain’t gotta by the cheapest rock
hillbilly venom, one bite with these t++th, you deceased and rot
no flow, no heart, anybody can see the clot
i got big b+lls, drop ’em on your head like vietnam
my face, my voice, burned in your head like a lil wayne cd+rom
can’t k!ll me, if you do i repeat sp+wn
f+ck you diva, you tom’s uncle or an uncle tom
you are takin’ l’s, blah blah blah blah dot com
“i’m a reaction channel,” you sir, are not
i got the magic stick, beat your ass with a wand
go ahead, do what you want, cut it up make a youtube short
jk rowling fixin’ to take y’all to court for creatin’ a new disease called hog warts
i mean, hey, you’d be a pro if d+ck ridin’ was a sport
up and down at that chair, i bet them thighs got torque
my initials are r.e. and i be reinforced
and when this sh+t exports he gonna scream ’til it leave him ho+rs+
but hey, keep thinkin’ you the source
while i gallop and kick you little b+tches ’til i’m knee deep in dwarfs

[outro]
church, motherf+cker
i won, you thought there was a piece of paper somewhere
ah+hah

- upchurch lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS