[Intro: Demun Jones]
Throw it in the oven, throw it in the oven and watch it grow
Throw it in the oven, throw it in the oven and lock the door
Throw it in the oven, throw it in the oven we'll watch it go
Throw it in the oven, throw it in the oven and lock the door
[Verse 1: Demun Jones]
Patty cake, patty cake, how many country rappers fake
The numbers off the chart, it'd take an Asian kid to calculate
Calibrate recalibrate until it's fine tuned
'Cause you don't want to see the straw hat at high noon
This ain't no get it back, buck your shit sucks
New trucks, lift kits ain't gonna cut it bro
If you ain't never swam through the shallow creek and ran barefeet
Through the woods it's all good but please don't speak
If you never picked a switch to get your ass beat
You shouldn't try to fit your little bitty shoes on my feet
When we was in that little shack with the paint chippin'
Before the 95 thousand brick stack sittin'
On the hill right next door to reet
We was picked on for being poor, never accused to be rich
No suspicion of success said we wouldn't be shit
Now I'm a pillar in these parts a mid point of the tent
Drop the Jones County on them, yeah they increased rent then
Property values soar boy I want my percent
I'm mean muggin' with my arms crossed, puffin' a cigar
You know I never rest 'til heart of Georgia's on the radar
Cardiac arrest, stand clear, we got a pulse
Started from the bottom now check the result
'Cause this cracker ass cracker
Ain't scared of not one wack rapper
Boy I take 'em to church woo
Throw it in the oven, throw it in the oven and watch it grow
Throw it in the oven, throw it in the oven and lock the door
Throw it in the oven, throw it in the oven we'll watch it go
Throw it in the oven, throw it in the oven and lock the door
[Verse 1: Demun Jones]
Patty cake, patty cake, how many country rappers fake
The numbers off the chart, it'd take an Asian kid to calculate
Calibrate recalibrate until it's fine tuned
'Cause you don't want to see the straw hat at high noon
This ain't no get it back, buck your shit sucks
New trucks, lift kits ain't gonna cut it bro
If you ain't never swam through the shallow creek and ran barefeet
Through the woods it's all good but please don't speak
If you never picked a switch to get your ass beat
You shouldn't try to fit your little bitty shoes on my feet
When we was in that little shack with the paint chippin'
Before the 95 thousand brick stack sittin'
On the hill right next door to reet
We was picked on for being poor, never accused to be rich
No suspicion of success said we wouldn't be shit
Now I'm a pillar in these parts a mid point of the tent
Drop the Jones County on them, yeah they increased rent then
Property values soar boy I want my percent
I'm mean muggin' with my arms crossed, puffin' a cigar
You know I never rest 'til heart of Georgia's on the radar
Cardiac arrest, stand clear, we got a pulse
Started from the bottom now check the result
'Cause this cracker ass cracker
Ain't scared of not one wack rapper
Boy I take 'em to church woo
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