Said Fuck It Upchurch

[Intro]
Aw, they gon' be mad about this one, boys
Oh well, it'll be alright

[Verse 1]
Fuck award shows, fuck the radio
And the new up-and-comer and his female clothes
With his glitter on his face and his prewritten songs
He ain't from 'round here and neither is his boss
Fuck the guy in the office with his Jheri curl
And his hands super soft like a teenage girl
Fuck social media and them long hashtags
With your bitch-made album cover lookin' like a, heh
Yeah, I said the word "fuck" in a song on the charts
Prolly breakin' beta male achy breaky hearts
With their mocha lattes and sparkly blue scarfs
Sittin' in the room tryna fuckin' talk like us

[Chorus]
If country music was a rooster
You prolly wouldn't know it don't lay eggs
If country music was a set of game cock gaffs
You'd prolly get stabbed in the hand
If country music was baby chickens in the thicket
Would you have corn dust covered on your britches?
I am to country like rooster feed to a bucket
Just cluckin', tellin' y'all fuck it
Yeah, fuck it