Huckleberry Upchurch

[Intro]
Son, I've been in the woods for like a week (True)
Smokin' weed and gettin' back to myself (Church, Church, Church, Church)
Hehe, ha ha ha, yeah
Church
Ay, ay, ay, ay

[Verse 1]
Get the Yoder, load the axes, chop the world right off it's axis
I stumbled up in this bitch and I ain't even need no practice
Babe Ruth is foul ball, son you know I'm always catchin' those
Amphibious with flows like I run the game with webbed toes
Yeah, there that boy go, rooster necklace all gold
Diamonds in that mug cost more than the truck he drive yo
Damn straight, motherfucker, my career come from the dirt
The same grain I got them maters from to add to my Bud Light, son
Don't get me piped up, Chattanooga shine, son
Gettin' drunk like a farmer, put the V8 in the mud
Fuck it, let it get stuck, get the tractor for the truck
Life's a wench in a rut, if you gotta crank it up

[Chorus]
I'll be your Huckleberry, I'll be your dark and scary
I'll be your man of the hour, Mr. Church don't sour
And I'll be those KC lights in a poor boy's truck, Granddaddy's gun in a 1500
A son of a bitch and a crazy motherfucker