Hillbilly

(album: Bad Mutha Fucka - 2016)

(Let the band play)
(Church, Church, Church, Church)
(Church, Church, Church, Church)
(I am the redneck, bitch! Hah!)

Hillbilly hillbilly
Hillbilly hillbilly (Hey!)
Hillbilly hillbilly (Yeah!)
(Hill-hill-hill-hill-hill-hill-hill-hill)

Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)

Came from the bottom like well water, bitch
6-string, quick picking, what's good motherfucker?
Rebel flag bandana, chromed out Harley Davidson
Damn motherfucker! (Hillbilly hillbilly)
I stay all up in the lime light, higher than a damn kite
Might be sipping whiskey, tryna start me up a bar fight
On MTV with a torch light
Sparking up a blunt while I'm playing with some Tannerite, bitch
I'm the barefoot rapper everybody keeping distance from
You hear my name, you know I don't play
What the fuck I'm 'bout, where I came from
I know a lot of rednecks, know a lot of real thugs
Know a lot of hillbillies totting scraped off guns
Know a lot of motherfuckers in the hollers where I'm from
With a huge pig farm, no fingers, no thumbs

Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)

Beer bottle to your head to the beat of my kick drum
Raised in the south, rub hands with slick tongues
Ain't no shit, son of a bitch, come and get some
Sipping on lean, sucking vibe down the milk jug
Middle finger kinda guy
Packing me a big ass 1911
Truck so mother fucking loud
God could probably hear that shit way up in heaven
I'm the guy these wannabes rap about
In damn near all their weak verses
Got that fire like the devil son
But you know I'm accepted in all churches
Death to these weak rappers
Hit the studio in a black hearse
Bitch, I'm sick like Zika virus
I'm the king now son of a bitch close curtain

Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)

I don't care if you don't like me, shit you could bite me
To Facebook beef if you wanna come and fight me
Don't like butting head, I get down like a bull
Stick my thumb in your head and demolish your skull

Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly, hick (Oh, yeah!)