[Intro]
*Pig sound*
[Verse 1]
You gon' have to try harder than that
Maybe restart, get restarted with a Starter cap
Hog farm, I only slaughtered half
I was in the laboratory doin' some Marshall math
Take 'em to the ER two times, take a Tom in a garbage bag
Here, motherfucker, you can have your garbage back
Y'all ain't nothin' but some hookers, out here sellin' some garbage ass
Go join Katie Noel, you'll be recordin' where the carpet at
Somewhere with some carpet racks
Get you a case of dog beer and go record you some closet tracks
I'm the shit and you're pissed about it, urinary tracts
Ahh yeah, go use your hashtags, the canary to non-scary blacks
Then get mad because Big Omega and No Life Shaq gave me the n-pass
B-b-b-bitch ass
I'm just chillin' sittin' over here in an acrylic class
Go tell Ben Shapiro that I'm spittin' and rippin' the bigger facts
I'm a cracker and you a cracker, only difference is I crack back
Shittin' all over you, helicopter and some Ex-Lax
Ex-Lax, x mark, exhibit this ho's heart
If he come with the blade, I'ma cut him like my whole front yard
No enemy quick enough for a mind so dark
'Cause the government gave me my mind, my mind's on sonar
From now 'till the end your rhymes will be so subpar
That's why you tryna dodge me like an old Mopar
Fucked around paintin' a picture, left the hog farm so scarred
He won't even go to the Piggly Wiggly after dark
He tryna pull a John Cena 'cause he lacks the art
And if he puts it on the paper he'll be half the star
I'm Stone Cold Steve Austin, you Bob Lazar
So fly it don't exist, that's why you bitch at the Billboard charts
Guys I swear to God they're not counting my streams
Let's fill the algorithm up with some obnoxious memes
Got poli-ticks on my nuts, go to bath to tweeze
Upchurch so cold I don't wanna have to freeze
You don't walk it like you talk it, get up off your knees
Bro, I'm not comin' achoo even if I sneeze
You always itchin' to rap like you got hip-hop fleas
But I can't hear what you're sayin' dressed like COVID-19
Callin' me the sickest, well bitch, I might be
Done so many shows I sit and sightsee
Run it so much when I's born they gave me Nike's
Locksmith of the game and I came with my keys
I ain't even tryin', it's only a side-piece
While some hipster on the internet like, "Guys, guys, please"
I'm slidin' in like Steve Urkel and you got my cheese
Frostbit with the shit, teleport to Green Bay streets
Pokin' holes in your brain like the foam hat cheap
Motherfucker you ain't hip-hop and I'm a whole ass leap
Tell your ghostwriter to stop it with them peek-a-boo sheets
You from the country of Canadian maple leaves
I'm pretty sure my roots run so deep I'm related to eight trees
You think you sick, but I'm Sycamore stacked logs by a creek
You wish a motherfucker wood, got milled and my name ain't Meek
Copperhead Road, I'ma cottonmouth king
I could still whoop your ass on a mic, cottonmouth with a cottonmouth gleek
You walk around like, "Oh my God, I'm the hip-hop police"
Nah, you a diva rockin' a Balenciaga sheepskin fleece
Hog farm needs justice, but I'm out of your league
Next time I'll make you rap battle my niece
Even she's a better emcee and only sixteen
*Pig sound*
[Verse 1]
You gon' have to try harder than that
Maybe restart, get restarted with a Starter cap
Hog farm, I only slaughtered half
I was in the laboratory doin' some Marshall math
Take 'em to the ER two times, take a Tom in a garbage bag
Here, motherfucker, you can have your garbage back
Y'all ain't nothin' but some hookers, out here sellin' some garbage ass
Go join Katie Noel, you'll be recordin' where the carpet at
Somewhere with some carpet racks
Get you a case of dog beer and go record you some closet tracks
I'm the shit and you're pissed about it, urinary tracts
Ahh yeah, go use your hashtags, the canary to non-scary blacks
Then get mad because Big Omega and No Life Shaq gave me the n-pass
B-b-b-bitch ass
I'm just chillin' sittin' over here in an acrylic class
Go tell Ben Shapiro that I'm spittin' and rippin' the bigger facts
I'm a cracker and you a cracker, only difference is I crack back
Shittin' all over you, helicopter and some Ex-Lax
Ex-Lax, x mark, exhibit this ho's heart
If he come with the blade, I'ma cut him like my whole front yard
No enemy quick enough for a mind so dark
'Cause the government gave me my mind, my mind's on sonar
From now 'till the end your rhymes will be so subpar
That's why you tryna dodge me like an old Mopar
Fucked around paintin' a picture, left the hog farm so scarred
He won't even go to the Piggly Wiggly after dark
He tryna pull a John Cena 'cause he lacks the art
And if he puts it on the paper he'll be half the star
I'm Stone Cold Steve Austin, you Bob Lazar
So fly it don't exist, that's why you bitch at the Billboard charts
Guys I swear to God they're not counting my streams
Let's fill the algorithm up with some obnoxious memes
Got poli-ticks on my nuts, go to bath to tweeze
Upchurch so cold I don't wanna have to freeze
You don't walk it like you talk it, get up off your knees
Bro, I'm not comin' achoo even if I sneeze
You always itchin' to rap like you got hip-hop fleas
But I can't hear what you're sayin' dressed like COVID-19
Callin' me the sickest, well bitch, I might be
Done so many shows I sit and sightsee
Run it so much when I's born they gave me Nike's
Locksmith of the game and I came with my keys
I ain't even tryin', it's only a side-piece
While some hipster on the internet like, "Guys, guys, please"
I'm slidin' in like Steve Urkel and you got my cheese
Frostbit with the shit, teleport to Green Bay streets
Pokin' holes in your brain like the foam hat cheap
Motherfucker you ain't hip-hop and I'm a whole ass leap
Tell your ghostwriter to stop it with them peek-a-boo sheets
You from the country of Canadian maple leaves
I'm pretty sure my roots run so deep I'm related to eight trees
You think you sick, but I'm Sycamore stacked logs by a creek
You wish a motherfucker wood, got milled and my name ain't Meek
Copperhead Road, I'ma cottonmouth king
I could still whoop your ass on a mic, cottonmouth with a cottonmouth gleek
You walk around like, "Oh my God, I'm the hip-hop police"
Nah, you a diva rockin' a Balenciaga sheepskin fleece
Hog farm needs justice, but I'm out of your league
Next time I'll make you rap battle my niece
Even she's a better emcee and only sixteen
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