Ringer Freestyle Remix

Ahh, ey, there's a fire
Church
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Eh, Machine Gun Kelly and Slim Shady
Got me wanting to fuck shit up and make a country rap, baby
So, let me start this off with a fuck y'all, y'all pay me
I ain't doing no features for you bitches, y'all lazy
Yeah, you wanting me to keep you're name afloat
Like the lifeguard I'm not gonna be, bitch
I be in the woods, y'all playing me
Even when it's not fucking Halloween
'Cause my spotlight bulbs got halogens
I'm a A-1 performer like Kaepernick
Go for this hail mary, I'll toss the shit
To the endzone behind me 'cause I'm a fucking pick (eh)
So, you gotta backtrack like the tracks you spit
Yeah, Bud Light, mud trucks, boots and slick
So cottonmouth y'alls saliva don't even exist
Y'all about as much as rappers as the outside of a tootsie stick
I ain't taking L's I'm just throwing dicks
No Tony homo, you can catch my balls
That's if you insecure country rappers saying
Yeah, I'm country, can't run that far
I'm the king of the fucking country (yeah)
I'm the mouth of the fucking sticks (yeah)
You a cardio workout, only two minute songs
Same size as your career better tape your show, bitch
Shit talking me, saying I need God
Stole a vibe in a plane with fifty pilots
Every beat I kill it then I go deep fry it
Still hold that six pack so the bitches like it (correct)
And I know you want me dead so you could sell a album
Checking on my Instagram every hour
Like damn I hate this dude, god, he's such a faggot
Why they think he dope, fame why he have it
Damn his music sucks, he needs to brush his teeth
They dirty for me tryna start some fucking beef
But y'alls oven looking fucking broken
With no cord and no heat
And I could run this shit with no feet
Just nubs as legs I still got ya beat
And I ain't even a fucking rapper, you can check my YouTube, dog
13 milli on Pond Creek
So, draw an a, masturbate, mashed potate, why you hate
I don't give a transgender fuck about what you think
I'm the slender man, standing tall on the river bank
I don't need the hook to lure you in like some fish bait
Coattail, hotel, long nails, church bells
Y'all releasing EP's marking it to wholesale
Headlights, marked dice, bar fight, start right
Every wack motherfucker better face my sight
I'm seeing 20-20, you laugh like it's funny
Bitch, I'll bend you over like a Playboy Bunny
Record it, send it on to WorldStar
Yeah, I flipped the game up, music labeled as a pornstar
Better go smoke 'cause I grew up on a farm
Critics say hillbilly, I say get the rebar
I'm building these bridges and I'm burning them down y'all
I get to the other side then lay with the posers
I'm the Mohican surrounded by some ugly ass Hosier's
Shit talking like an ex that really needs some closure
Wearing Carhartt's 'cause your image hella hella country
Heat stroke looking ass taking selfies in the summer heat
Bass Pro mannequin, selfie for the Instagram
Sugar in your blood, I'll take a bite and taste the honey ham
Yeah, I'm the money man, you won't catch me opening
Unless we're signed to a label making milli's off a platinum jam
Eh, you know that's true
And my jeans fulla dust and my collar hella blue
And my bitch hella tan, I ain't got a Lamborghini
I'm a Chevy man, dog, southside running with me
If you wanna run up, swerve into my lane
Y'all some window rappers, real inside a frame
I'm busting through the pane going clinically insane
Making you disintegrate, second guessing what you say
And if you piss me off, it's your head inside a lake
How many careers in this lane can I take, let me think
Hmm, yeah I had the answer before I asked the question
Ain't that impressive
Yeah my fe-fe got that wet-wet
But I ain't toting no fucking Super Soaker
I'm rocking Desert Eagles motherfucker
With a Purge mask and crew of [?]
Yeah, I got a bigger fire, almost touching power lines
I'm electrified by the beef I'm seeing online
Shit, I'll be hungry as a stoner with an empty fridge, hogtied
About to eat the beds of rappers sleeping on me all the time
Bitch, give me that fucking pillow
Yeah, also let me get that damn blanket
I'm so cold in this fucking booth
I treat my microphone like a freezing baby
Church

Thinking I don't know about the shit y'all saying behind my back
I know, motherfucker
Put it on microphone, dog (don't do it)
Go ahead (skrrt)
By the way, the MGK and Eminem shit
I don't know, I like both of 'em
Church