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upchurch – ultimate remix lyrics

[intro]
church
y’all ain’t ready for this one
ha ha ha ha ha
bad mothaf-cka droppin’ real soon
(yeah)

[verse]
i’m from the middle of the country where rapist’s bodies get dumped
and the police know that the murder weapon’s in the back of my truck
my driveway four feet of mud, yeah buddy knee deep in the cut
you better get a atlas ’cause a gps ain’t gonna know roads where i’m from
ain’t nothin’ wrong with my style son what you ain’t never seen backwoods
country boy sh-t is perfect why the f-ck would i act hood
my dad’s a redneck from west nashville rockin’ overall’s
who always packs a pistol with a itchy trigger finger y’all
i’m the cleanest white trash ever picked up out the ditch
i guess you could say i give a job to ashland city convicts
but i’ll stay ridin’ around on river road throwin’ out packs of cigarettes
i’m tryna lend a helpin’ hand to k!ll off meth dealers man

[break]
ha ha
ha ha ha ha
oh yay, this beats one of my favorite

[verse 2]
will the real motherf-cker’s ’round here please stand up
y’all act like you never seen a real redneck before
dip all on the floor, paint a black three on your mama’s accord
gettin’ drunk f-ckin’ stealin’ beer from the store
throwin’ unopened coors at the cops while they tryin’ to pull you over
the h-ll you expect, i got a 454 with a dana 80 rear end lettin’ all of the smoke pour
hotter than h-ll’s kitchen, whippin’ up flames galore
like church why the h-ll you did that sh-t to gatlinburg for
it’s not the return of the nothin’ it’s the arrival of me
the sickest little hillbilly conceived in tennessee
in a church parkin’ lot with a big body caprice
now i’m runnin’ buck wild with two nasty bare feet
you couldn’t walk in my shoes ’cause i don’t own none b-tch
i hope you smoke some poison ivy, choke to death in a ditch
i really ain’t about to beef but i’m also not vegetarian
i’m the best they hated on, i love it, this sh-t’s hilarious
church is a b-tch, church is a b-tch
that’s okay my music videos still got like a million hits
my ding-a-ling stretched out ’cause y’all hangin’ on that b-tch
like you tryna take a shower in my warm -ss p-ss
i ain’t no tractor rep -ss, so flabbergasted by mud hoes
in that camouflaged suit, dressed up like ayy let’s go
you better dodge me like a f-ckin’ durango
yeah i’m k!llin’ everybody like the cowboy django

[break]
hah
church
machine gun i got one!
look here!

[verse 3]
i don’t need n0body’s two cents i got two jobs eight less than gates
i got one right now age 25, my occupation k!ll the f-ckin’ beat
hit the studio in my muddy boots my songs don’t hound they f-ckin’ bark
you a purse poodle i’ma rottweiler foamin’ at the mouth with no rabies shots
i quick dry they hate me hit’em where it hurts like sling blade
i wanna be a legend these rappers out here like 40 years old tryna get laid
sh-t son i want my bills paid, one thousand horses in the engine bay
white walls on white paint, old school stepside with the ghost flame
and i’m up at three ’cause i can’t sleep, lyrics wild ’cause i smoke weed
don’t bring your beef and get burnt by the oven come catch up and getcha own cheese
i’m the boy from the wood with a flow kinda choppy
i’ll fight ’til i can’t like apollo and rocky
n0body out here with the traction to stop me
i feel like a c-mmins so barefoot on concrete
my gun got a nickname his nickname is tommy
i’m baby face nelson come show me the money
got a good poker face, i play hold ’em and rummy
bet all of my chips ’cause you ain’t about nothin’
yeah, all of your jokes about f-ckin’ they cousins
thinkin’ you hot when you ain’t even buzzin’
like a milf on the men’, you just b-tch about somethin’
haters all on my d-ck ’cause they all wanna suck it
i k!ll everything like a horror film i’m chuckie hidin’ on the chandelier
waitin’ for the right time for the blood to spill
and i don’t do it for the money i just do it ’cause i feel like huh
all these boys like “how the f-ck is he in first?”
i came face to face with that holy spirit he made me a deal with no d-mn curse

[break]
by the way, bad m-th-f-cka, comes out for preorder, tomorrow, and it’s very well worth the sh-t, (church, church, church, church) i put my whole f-ckin’ heart into this f-ckin’ music, just to be the best, and i ain’t gonna be stoppin’ ’til somebody just offs me, mothaf-cka

[verse 4]
g-g-green carharrt hunter green on the new whip
i don’t think they hear me motherf-cker get a q-tip
get my name right churchman i’m the new kid
writin’ rap songs out my junky little tool shed
bad b-tch ridin’ shotty hardwood in the truck bed
two toned teal rollin’ in the frank wychek
where the f-ck i’m from tattoed on my white chest
magazine full of bullets like i’m comin’ to your resident
church

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