[Verse]
Right now I'm down in my laboratory makin' matrimony to this microphone
No cap at all, you know I ball like Lebron James with like eight arms
I got dank bars and I'm dribblin' rhythm, so killer, no filler, my vision, I get it
I'm paintin' a picture, my brush is my pen and I'm drawin' my haters, so mind your own business
One word at a time is a murder of mine 'cause I vividly do it with innocent lines
Catastrophe's waitin' on blank sheets of paper, I'll prick my own finger, write anger in layers
Ahh, woo, country boy got flow
Ahh, woo, everybody already knows
So stay off of my hay loft, don't get me high in a séance
I'm the one your favorite shouldn't prey on, can't call me to hop on a track 'cause you know I stay on
My brain switch broke, made me no joke to fuck around and poke
Until I blow up in your face and evaporate you to dust (*Puff*)
Everything, I heard it, I look like Ernest, don't get whacked and added to my furnace
Hip-hop knows I had to come and learn it as a class act comin' out of the country
Hey, just tattoo a "01" on the side of my face
The cops couldn't catch me if these rhymes were at a slow pace
I'm the southern spice hip-hop didn't have a choice to take
'Cause you could recognize my voice even if I didn't have a motherfuckin' face
I'm the bandit on bare feet again and they lookin' like, "What's feedin' him?
He's got enough fuel to be Space X, he must be an exo-skeleton"
Titanium spinal deadlift you into a spiral
Dig your grave up just to smack you like a walkin' dead recital
USA as fuck, no American idol, just a tank sittin' on idle
Ready to fire, want no beef, but just know I'm explodin' cows
Yeah, it's World War II with the way I tend to impact
I'm stormin' whoever's beach, motherfucker, blap-blap
Copperhead Church, go and show me where the mice at
I'm digestin' my enemies just like a fuckin' packrat
Huckleberry skin again, reminiscin' on the beginnin'
Accomplishments plenty, many more to be finished
Yeah, I'm white trash ballin', Larry Bird when he swishes
White trash like a blunt wrapper with owls on the package you printed
I'm a hoot, but don't bite into my Tootsie Pop
Replace the suckers with rocks, so break a leg and a tooth (Floss)
My wisdom teeth got taken out, my mouth was gettin' too smart
They made songs in my fuckin' sleep and that's what I call straight talk
I'm square dancin' on Pro Tools like smooth waves to boat shoes
I'ma change my name to Sea-Doo then let's see what I do
I'ma slide by then fly through in a side by side beside you
And give you a run for your money 'cause money is overrated, ho, won't you move?
The only time I hit the mall is if I drunk drove to the city (Woo)
Woodgrain in the bed, stacked on it, just ass and titties
Flow is filthy, I'll grow old just bein' witty, spittin' heat up in my fifties
Lips melted from the business because I always kill it
I built a nuke to duke in case these assholes try to throw their poop
I know their moves, my crystal ball ain't crystal meth, I smoke you fool
"HI-DEAS 8", cocked the number on it's side
That's makin' my mind infinite at least in cyber time, Church
Right now I'm down in my laboratory makin' matrimony to this microphone
No cap at all, you know I ball like Lebron James with like eight arms
I got dank bars and I'm dribblin' rhythm, so killer, no filler, my vision, I get it
I'm paintin' a picture, my brush is my pen and I'm drawin' my haters, so mind your own business
One word at a time is a murder of mine 'cause I vividly do it with innocent lines
Catastrophe's waitin' on blank sheets of paper, I'll prick my own finger, write anger in layers
Ahh, woo, country boy got flow
Ahh, woo, everybody already knows
So stay off of my hay loft, don't get me high in a séance
I'm the one your favorite shouldn't prey on, can't call me to hop on a track 'cause you know I stay on
My brain switch broke, made me no joke to fuck around and poke
Until I blow up in your face and evaporate you to dust (*Puff*)
Everything, I heard it, I look like Ernest, don't get whacked and added to my furnace
Hip-hop knows I had to come and learn it as a class act comin' out of the country
Hey, just tattoo a "01" on the side of my face
The cops couldn't catch me if these rhymes were at a slow pace
I'm the southern spice hip-hop didn't have a choice to take
'Cause you could recognize my voice even if I didn't have a motherfuckin' face
I'm the bandit on bare feet again and they lookin' like, "What's feedin' him?
He's got enough fuel to be Space X, he must be an exo-skeleton"
Titanium spinal deadlift you into a spiral
Dig your grave up just to smack you like a walkin' dead recital
USA as fuck, no American idol, just a tank sittin' on idle
Ready to fire, want no beef, but just know I'm explodin' cows
Yeah, it's World War II with the way I tend to impact
I'm stormin' whoever's beach, motherfucker, blap-blap
Copperhead Church, go and show me where the mice at
I'm digestin' my enemies just like a fuckin' packrat
Huckleberry skin again, reminiscin' on the beginnin'
Accomplishments plenty, many more to be finished
Yeah, I'm white trash ballin', Larry Bird when he swishes
White trash like a blunt wrapper with owls on the package you printed
I'm a hoot, but don't bite into my Tootsie Pop
Replace the suckers with rocks, so break a leg and a tooth (Floss)
My wisdom teeth got taken out, my mouth was gettin' too smart
They made songs in my fuckin' sleep and that's what I call straight talk
I'm square dancin' on Pro Tools like smooth waves to boat shoes
I'ma change my name to Sea-Doo then let's see what I do
I'ma slide by then fly through in a side by side beside you
And give you a run for your money 'cause money is overrated, ho, won't you move?
The only time I hit the mall is if I drunk drove to the city (Woo)
Woodgrain in the bed, stacked on it, just ass and titties
Flow is filthy, I'll grow old just bein' witty, spittin' heat up in my fifties
Lips melted from the business because I always kill it
I built a nuke to duke in case these assholes try to throw their poop
I know their moves, my crystal ball ain't crystal meth, I smoke you fool
"HI-DEAS 8", cocked the number on it's side
That's makin' my mind infinite at least in cyber time, Church
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