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Church

I'm royalty to this country rap
I'm the Jason Stathem of the scene, facts
Still whilin out on my 750, cut off shirt showin all tats
Ain't no denying my small town flex
Put the ball peen to a bull head
If my Italian engine tends to lock up
I'll just LS Swap it with Do It With Dan
And I don't go to parties, I am the party
Don't pay attention, I pay for Marley
No cycle license still swerve a Harley
No bitches 'round me 'cause mine a model
Barbie doll house I bought that
'Cause I got a Barbie living inside
I do every hater like Johnny Cage
What's combat rap to immortal lines?
Got the keys to the game like a old pianists
Every time I smoke a blunt it's like good theatrics
So photogenic I guess I'm GoPro excessive
You can S my D, terrabite me later
I'm Billy Ray virus, the vanilla wafer
Still-still slinging blades bitch and I demolish taters
Yeah, my haters lookin like some red tomato's
I like' em salty bitch, window flavor
Yeah, life's a garden I'm nobody's cater
Got a red beam, no light saber
Country rap father call me "Garth Vader"
My tracks are stars no pun intended
Star ship lookin hella un-dented
You can tell me to kick rocks all you want
They'll turn into asteroids son
Hit your world let it blow up, lookin like Area 51
How do I know? That's where I'm from
How you think I rap like this for fun
Watch speed rise like a bus ride that you can't slide out
'Cause it's strapped with enough TNT to blow a city sky high and fuck half the worlds wifi
Damn
When that movie come out it was like '99 or '95
I forgot I was playing with GI's and NASCARS with broke tires
On a carpet rug with little city's and road lines
So by the age of two I knew how to run mine
And ever since it was legal for me to burn tires
I was smoking out the county, sipping the moonshine
From time to time, I'd twist the pines, with chicks from Harpeth High
And make the vines to pass the time
And now my face is plastered all on-line
Got Russia double clickin to sub-scribe
My vibe, a vibe no need for the subtitle
Surf bored to a hella huge wave tidal
Kelly Slater of the 808ers wearing waiters in cold water setting in a fucking duck blind
Blah blah blah
You ain't gotta duck mine
I see you crouched down, why you on that landmine
That ain't a shoe lace your trippin thats my interstellar gold mind
Coming at you like 49er for the first time
Jerry Rice that flow
Skip the 20 and the 10, cliff dive in the end-zone
Even tho I'm a Cowboys fan I still like watching VOLZ #GBO HOE
Flannel rocking, no shirt having
Winchester witha fucking lever action
Junk yard dog, no chain attachment
I roam around making moves happen
No chess game I don't play with pawns
I smoke weed and drink on my lawn
And wait for a new episodes of cops
Just to see if any of my fans are on it
Haha, crazy fuckers