Popcorn's Song (Nail In The Coffin)

(album: Tiller Gang - 2013)

I walked in and he said folks can I have your attention said I want to introduce somebody to you

Dropped in, no mask, I'ma blast like Bagdad
I'ma paint these gas cans with checkered flags
That means by the time I'm finished I'ma blow up on your ass
The timer's ticking listen the high hats are clicking fast
Kicking ass, wicked flash, you'll be double dutching
Ducking fucking polished brass
'Cause I'll be busting washing rifles when that mussel flash
It's looking rough just drop those puzzle pieces in the grass
Now raise your glass to me
I just came to till it up and make a [?]
I sat down my Dixie cup
Another drunken summer night
Driving Hummers with the lights
Being hunters exercising rights
Fighting for our life that's alright
I always had problems rapping 'cause I'm white
Or maybe 'cause I'm from the country bitch they can't decide
I'm coming with the fire you can see it in my eyes
Couch riding fire' fire in the mountain I'm alive
Tiller 'til I die right

Let me tell you something about me
Said he had the most brilliant criminal mind I've ever seen in my life
So the party went on
'Cause I had plenty of spirits to make it [?]

Jump on this track like a damn trampoline
With bombs strapped to my feet and blow it to smithereens
Them hating boys with the ring I'm growing [?]
They notice what I'm doing
Show no remorse when I do it
It's stupid they hate me 'cause I'm buzzing
Saying I'm a racist cousin fucking country bumpkin
Ain't worth nothing to stay my distance from 'em
'Cause once my angers been activated I'm not exaggerating
I'll take a brainless hater and make 'em decapitated
Test me if you think that I'm playing
I'm just saying if you ain't saying Hubb's amazing you're crazy
And insane wasting my time
Go listen to my rhymes try to find the metaphors
Instead of accusing me of shit I ain't never said before
These label's are gonna wish they had found me
Even my elbow's gonna be worth more than a pound of weed
Blue tick with a pedigree and a bass boat I'm a hound at sea
And you gon' need the whole gulf coast just to drown C-Hubb

Well they thought I was making a dollar that they didn't get you know how the world is
They see you making a dollar and they don't get half of it, makes 'em greedy as hell I reckon
I hope whoever turned me in, by God, may they rest in hell all I can say about it
And they probably will

We're liquor drinking and quicker thinking
I reckon they'll be fainting or complaining about the vision we're making payments
We're out of bitching just hating
Alright if you ain't with us then forget you
You're livid when your woman is smitten by what I written
With my pen so cold, cryogenically froze
Steel toes and I flow like I got the Nile in 'em
Violent when I'm rilled up
Silent, listen while Hubb teaches you how to be an EmCee with country style Bub
Twisting, rolling, chilling, smoking that country style bud
While we passing jars forget the bar I'd rather roll on a pile of mud
'Cause we acting up
Smack a punk
Go back to the gun rack that's what up
I'm about drunk I'm holding my gun
I'll call your bluff so fold 'em son
I'ma sit back and drink this Jack
And take it as I'm smashing wraps
And that in fact is what we'll do
We're crazy raging grazing foods
Little bit of AA meeting get 'em old boots on
I'm a heathen make them patients take a sip of whiskey with me
Before leaving my tracks and I'm out the door

Here's my cash here
That's the only flowers that'll be on my grave and that's the shovel to dig it with and that's the foot marker
I ain't got much time left the way it is. I'm just about a dead man now