Monster-Max 1

They mad I got the soul, motherfucker
Church
This is KalaniOnDaBeat

Slit my throat, can't tell 'cause my red neck bleeding racing fuel
Brain running like a Hellcat
Which genre? You won't have 'em thinking that I spell cast
Music City magic, feel like I'm finna rob Batman
Beat the game up so much I can't even see a mic stand
Hip-hop going over their head like it's mic legs
Mic check, hooked up like a side gig
Cash cowboy and I be writing my own checks
Gimme the problem, I ain't playing possum
Success or [?], cross and take census to cut a track, your vocals stop working
Drop curtain, I'm come beating the top circuits
No need to give me flowers, every field I got flourished
Every time I got eyes on my bon bon
I find time to travel deep inside the shaft [?]
Motherfucking hillbilly, motherfucking holler boy
B-b-bad motherfucker riding in my Tonka toy
Rolling so stoned, got to coughing in the lung
Bet they wanna kill Bill but my presidents have been dead
Its safe, call it presidential placement, when I step on the track they yell, "Racist"
You know why? 'Cause they don't wanna race this
Haha, ask them if they wanna taste test
Hell naw, my sauce got honey dripping off of it, motherfucker

Yelling "Racist", they don't wanna race this
Let your bae watch like Sandy Cheeks and [?]
I'm grease lightning on the mic and we don't match
Acid dripping off the bottom of my mustache
Spinning these wheels, flow looking like Monster-Max
Always stay afloat and they know that is monster facts
Always getting bucked, gun so big I need a monster rack
Rampage Jackson, monster mine and slam you on a mat
A mean track, I'm whiter than Nardwuar
Lyrics gon' get you like Jiu-Jitsu, got arm bars
Crucifix you to death out in my front yard
So many bows to the dome, country attack Mars
Yeah bitch, I'm that star, couple rings around me
When they say I took a turn in my goldies with the platinum
And the platinum set the tone on the standard where I'm standing
Ask a hater why he staring, tell his bitch to make us parents
Ain't no barbeque sauce in the south that is hot as me
I hip-hopped in the window and gave you my genealogy
Rubbing off on the game, popping up like a genie with jeans
And songs so genius, add guitar so they start to see us

Yeah, but they could never be us, they can only see us
New age outlaw shit bringing different demeanor's
Hahaha, motherfucker

I'm having fun with this, my redneck ass came barging in
Reckless with the flow like rainfall to the Cumberland
On the rise, kick your boots off if you're coming in
No Copperhead rowing your boat, it be a Moccasin
My image the realest, somebody's cousin
Ideally pulling up in the dually with hoochies and a bag of that killer
I'm bad and I'm bigger, the b-b-b-bubba, the millions
Always standing outside, somebody tell Wayne I never had ceiling's
Church motherfucker, you hear them crickets?