[Intro]
Yeah
Church
[Verse 1]
I'm the truth, the ruthless, stereotype the toothless
Attachin' me to memes with a noose pick is loose, bitch
I'm too thick, rough skin, break you like a toothpick
I'm spittin' so lethal got splinters in my lip
I work around TikTok, no dance to move hips
I ain't gotta pander to cancer because I'm too big
Britches got a belt and I'm just ready to whoop shit
A lot of rappers out here look a little suspect
[Chorus]
So expect disrespect, in effect, you rejects
I dissect and digest then eject your skillset
So expect disrespect, in effect, you rejects
I dissect and digest then eject your skillset
[Verse 2]
My platform is that more of a vast storm
To transform the art more to a art form
'Cause a country boy's gonna need a hip-hop door
To knock on if rap music's what he's meant for
Me, I am a tank, yeah, me, you can get yanked, me
I scribble your name with some letters of mine
When it's time to all draw, all y'all fire some blanks
No label at my round table makin' me unable
To be stable with a whole 8-ball
I ain't talkin' 'bout pool, if you didn't get the cue
Put a hole in one every motherfuckin' time I shoot
You vers' me forever is a lose-lose
Leave you battered and bruised, jack-jack-jackballin' in shoes
In cold weather with no shelter, not even a phone booth
When you call my bluff, better have runnin' shoes
Or jet packs attached to your Achilles tendon
I'm country as fuck and not pretendin'
I'll forever be Church, on a stage and preachin'
Walkin' through these swamps, Case knife and leeches
'Cause my life is a movie (Movie)
My style, I'm a newbie (Newbie)
My drive is so fuckin' stupid
Y'all be asleep while I'm out here and movin'
I'm a hermit crab with some killer dabs
And enough pen and pad to cover every period cramp
On the worldwide map, that's why when I get pissed
You get infinite bitch slaps and my fans call you bitch-ass
Bitch, your last EP was trash
That's what I gotta hear and it makes me laugh
'Cause ain't a single motherfucker's got the credit
To send a hate message to have me respond and show that I read it
I can't help it, I'm stuck in defense mode
Everybody got a motive and heart of stone covered up in some white snow
So I'm stuck froze like Flick on a light pole, 32 below, motherfuckin' ice age, ho
Wooly mammoth ivory is the keys on my piano
Piano, ammo, piano, banana, firin' shots like Montana
Bro, that reference has been like used a lot
Well, if rap's a war zone, I'm a loadout drop
Yeah
Church
[Verse 1]
I'm the truth, the ruthless, stereotype the toothless
Attachin' me to memes with a noose pick is loose, bitch
I'm too thick, rough skin, break you like a toothpick
I'm spittin' so lethal got splinters in my lip
I work around TikTok, no dance to move hips
I ain't gotta pander to cancer because I'm too big
Britches got a belt and I'm just ready to whoop shit
A lot of rappers out here look a little suspect
[Chorus]
So expect disrespect, in effect, you rejects
I dissect and digest then eject your skillset
So expect disrespect, in effect, you rejects
I dissect and digest then eject your skillset
[Verse 2]
My platform is that more of a vast storm
To transform the art more to a art form
'Cause a country boy's gonna need a hip-hop door
To knock on if rap music's what he's meant for
Me, I am a tank, yeah, me, you can get yanked, me
I scribble your name with some letters of mine
When it's time to all draw, all y'all fire some blanks
No label at my round table makin' me unable
To be stable with a whole 8-ball
I ain't talkin' 'bout pool, if you didn't get the cue
Put a hole in one every motherfuckin' time I shoot
You vers' me forever is a lose-lose
Leave you battered and bruised, jack-jack-jackballin' in shoes
In cold weather with no shelter, not even a phone booth
When you call my bluff, better have runnin' shoes
Or jet packs attached to your Achilles tendon
I'm country as fuck and not pretendin'
I'll forever be Church, on a stage and preachin'
Walkin' through these swamps, Case knife and leeches
'Cause my life is a movie (Movie)
My style, I'm a newbie (Newbie)
My drive is so fuckin' stupid
Y'all be asleep while I'm out here and movin'
I'm a hermit crab with some killer dabs
And enough pen and pad to cover every period cramp
On the worldwide map, that's why when I get pissed
You get infinite bitch slaps and my fans call you bitch-ass
Bitch, your last EP was trash
That's what I gotta hear and it makes me laugh
'Cause ain't a single motherfucker's got the credit
To send a hate message to have me respond and show that I read it
I can't help it, I'm stuck in defense mode
Everybody got a motive and heart of stone covered up in some white snow
So I'm stuck froze like Flick on a light pole, 32 below, motherfuckin' ice age, ho
Wooly mammoth ivory is the keys on my piano
Piano, ammo, piano, banana, firin' shots like Montana
Bro, that reference has been like used a lot
Well, if rap's a war zone, I'm a loadout drop
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