Ultimate (Redneck Remix)

Church
Y'all ain't ready for this one
Ha ha ha ha ha
Bad Mothafucka dropping real soon
(Yeah)

I'm from the middle of the country where rapist's bodies get dumped
And the police know that the murder weapon's in the back of my truck
My driveway four feet of mud, yeah buddy knee deep in the cut
You better get a atlas 'cause a GPS ain't gonna know roads where I'm from
Ain't nothing wrong with my style son what you ain't never seen backwoods
Country boy shit is perfect why the fuck would I act hood
My dad's a redneck from West Nashville rocking overall's
Who always packs a pistol with a itchy trigger finger y'all
I'm the cleanest white trash ever picked up out the ditch
I guess you could say I give a job to Ashland City convicts
But I'll stay riding around on River Road throwing out packs of cigarettes
I'm tryna lend a helping hand to kill off meth dealers man

Ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Oh yay, this beats one of my favorite

Will the real motherfucker's 'round here please stand up
Y'all act like you never seen a real redneck before
Dip all on the floor, paint a black three on your mama's Accord
Getting drunk fucking stealing beer from the store
Throwing unopened Coors at the cops while they trying to pull you over
The hell you expect, I got a 454 with a Dana 80 rear end letting all of the smoke pour
Hotter than Hell's Kitchen, wipping up flames galore
Like Church why the hell you did that shit to Gatlinburg for
It's not the return of the nothing it's the arrival of me
The sickest little hillbilly conceived in Tennessee
In a church parking lot with a big body Caprice
Now I'm running buck wild with two nasty bare feet
You couldn't walk in my shoes 'cause I don't own none bitch
I hope you smoke some poison ivy, choke to death in a ditch
I really ain't about to beef but I'm also not vegetarian
I'm the best they hated on, I love it, this shit's hilarious
Church is a bitch, Church is a bitch
That's okay my music videos still got like a million hits
My ding-a-ling stretched out 'cause y'all hanging on that bitch
Like you tryna take a shower in my warm ass piss
I ain't no tractor rep ass, so flabbergasted by mud hoes
In that camouflaged suite, dressed up like ayy let's go
You better Dodge me like a fucking Durango
Yeah I'm killing everybody like the cowboy Django

Hah
Church
Machine Gun I got one!
Look here!

I don't need nobody's two cents I got two jobs eight less than Gates
I got one right now age 25, my occupation kill the fucking beat
Hit the studio in my muddy boots my songs don't hound they fucking bark
You a purse Poodle I'ma Rottweiler foaming at the mouth with no Rabies shots
I quick dry they hate me hit'em where it hurts like Sling Blade
I wanna be a legend these rappers out here like 40 years old tryna get laid
Shit son I want my bills paid, one thousand horses in the engine bay
White walls on white paint, old school stepside with the ghost flame
And I'm up at three 'cause I can't sleep, lyrics wild 'cause I smoke weed
Don't bring your beef and get burnt by the oven come ketchup and getcha own cheese
I'm the boy from the wood with a flow kinda choppy
I'll fight 'til I can't like Apollo and Rocky
Nobody out here with the traction to stop me
I feel like a Cummins so barefoot on concrete
My gun got a nickame his nickname is Tommy
I'm Baby Face Nelson come show me the money
Got a good poker face, I play hold 'em and rummy
Bet all of my chips 'cause you ain't about nothing
Yeah, all of your jokes about fucking they cousins
Thinking you hot when you ain't even buzzing
Like a Milf on the men', you just bitch about something
Haters all on my dick 'cause they all wanna suck it
I kill everything like a horror film I'm Chuckie hiding on the chandelier
Waiting for the right time for the blood to spill
And I don't do it for the money I just do it 'cause I feel like huh
All these boys like "How the fuck is he in first?"
I came face to face with that Holy Spirit he made me a deal with no damned curse

By the way, Bad Muthafucka, comes out for preorder, tomorrow, and it's very well worth the shit, (Church, Church, Church, Church) I put my whole fucking heart into this fucking music, just to be the best, and I ain't gonna be stopping 'til somebody just offs me, motha fucka

G-G-Green Carhart hunter green on the new whip
I don't think they hear me mother fucker get a Q-Tip
Get my name right Churchman I'm the new Kid
Writing rap songs out my junky little tool shed
Bad bitch riding shotty hardwood in the truck bed
Two toned teal rolling in the Frank Wychek
Where the fuck I'm from tattoed on my white chest
Magazine full of bullets like I'm coming to your resident
Church