Bad Mutha Fucka Upchurch

[Intro]
Let the BandPlay
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Y'all motherfuckers ready?
You know how I do shit (Yeah)
It's the church, Upchurch
(You know what it is, yeah)

[Verse 1]
My mama said I was rebel the day I's born
Midnight in Nashville in the thunderin' hailstorm
And I grew up 'round them muscle cars, music and drugs
Daddy had some felonies but still he toted the gun
Now I'm the same way, fuck the rules, load my pistol where you at
Got crazy papers in my wallet, not afraid to kill your ass
The only thing I fear is my Mama and Jesus
If you messin' with my kin you might get chopped up in pieces
My grandpa passed away but taught me all about handlin' business (He did)
So don't make me shove that Wesson in your forehead creases
I'll bust your head gasket open, have your whole block leakin'
Yeah, I'm redneck, ratchet, and pop off with no reason

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker, B-M-F
With a rusty buck-knife, comin' for y'alls necks
'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker, bad motherfucker, bad, bad
Bad motherfucker, bad motherfucker, bad, bad
'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker, B-M-F
With a rusty buck-knife, comin' for y'alls necks
'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker, bad motherfucker, bad, bad
Bad motherfucker, bad motherfucker, bad