Death (Remix)

Up-Mother-Fuckin'-Church

Yeah, dixieland boys roll up deeper than a mega cab
Black smoke rolling like a freight train, barely on the track
Sparks flying like a mini truck with a busted bag
Got me feeling like last year, like who the, who the fuck is that?
Same damn person, I'm just winning in some different spots
I'm rapping right now as I sit up on the country charts, huh
Hey boy, hey girl
I'm leaving thick black marks across the whole damn board
2020 I'ma come in head butting everything
Every hater gonna have a fucking mashed potato brain
This shit is gravy, they gotta talk about me even though they hate me
Don't believe me? Go double-click on Grady
Yeah, you can brush me off, get used to dusting of the cringe
This year I'm in your ears and coming back for my revenge
Size 12 boot and now I'm kicking doors off the hinge
'Cause the world ain't ready for some country boys like this
Tryna pretend I don't exist, acting like I don't do it
Acting like my fans ain't good enough to listen to the music you do, stupid
I'm a hillbilly, check Spotify, go to sleep and fucking loop it
I'm the shit so much that record labels come and poop-scoop me, motherfucker
They say I ain't legit
Yeah, I guess it's 'cause I don't dress like a bit fat check, yeah
Barbeque on my white tee, country singing wifey
All you motherfuckers can't bite me
Rolling Stoned 70 mil, Outlaw 54
Not enough fingers and toes to count my Billboards
Head first and I still got it floored
Dodging mainstream bullets like a legendary cowboy
My Lamborghini collecting dust in the driveway
But that Super Sport Camaro, I stay whipping it sideways
Hey partner, what's the deal?
The deal is I don't need a deal to white smoke these wheels
Got these rich boys slipping like D.K. with them bananas
I got fifty 308's I'm 'bout to drop a lyric hammer
And you can call me Tony Tennessee, I don't live in Montana
I be deep off in the woods, getting stoned until I panic (Until I panic)
Country ass, if my career's a truck
There wouldn't be a parking space in the city big enough
Oh, wait that's real life, I go hard, just get your Cummins up
My dually so big I got y'all making little dick jokes
Ayy, Upchurch with the pinch poke
A-1 troll, been around since Vine, ho
Fuck a closet full of camo
'Cause I could drive a 6-speed half-lit, with a fucking blindfold
Record labels at my door, but that bitch locked
I click red on all their calls 'cause I'm already at the top
Volunteer rapper, slinging mud up into hip-hop
The name's Upchurch, I'm kicking ass outta Rocky Top

Hahaha, Church
Yeah, Stone
Motherfuckers