The Butcher
(专辑: Country Rap Tunes - 2022)
Oh Oh I'm eating edamame at some hibachi place I
can't pronounce This bitch I
brought with me ass goofy like a
basset hound She don't fuck dudes unless the
transactions cash amount That's about 100 grand a
week, what she's asking out I
don't give a
fuck, it's just paper, dawg Told her bring her friends with, all they drink is Vegas bombs Spike it with cocaine and fall To a
bottle at the
painted wall I'm insane, I
paint pictures you can buy at banquet halls Name a
record I
ain't break, I
broke bread, I
should've saved it When you make it to the
top, your best friends your biggest hater They'll shoot you in the
back of the
head Toss you in the
back of the
trunk Show up at your coffin with some flowers acting like they loved Fuck 'em, not me though, I've done too much for my people And you get cut the
fuck up like the
shuffle in casinos Keep the
nino on reload, no a
beamer with the
cheat code His nickname is Chico, he takes life, reaper Pull up playing woah, black betty bamberland He was talking that shit, I
hop out, now we rambling Hit him with the
hand-to-hand, throw him in the
ambulance Pistol whipped the
man, man Pistol kick like ban, damn Yeah, why he talk so much shit but he the
first one to run? Need to learn to hold your tongue I
know you ain't no gangster, don't hear no son of a
gun You get fap-fap, fapped down, now he gone Goons get to clapping like it's a
round of applause Now you laying in the
lawn like, you know you fucked up, right? Now, you can't walk upright, might as well say fuck life Midlife crisis, have and can't afford a
chrysler Always talking rap beef, get tortured in a
cypher Bunch of little rapping fans, on some fake ice Rent your cars from enterprise, try and pressure fake whites Can't barely keep the
lights on, smack you with my right palm Don't mean to be nice Oh, you can't say my name, lame You lose half your fanbase Beat you 'till my hands break Damn, look at your man's face Why you talk shit about Me, jelly, struggle, scat Every motherfucker that Helped you get where you at? Jealous, catch you scared of dogs Belly fat with skinny arms You don't really want the
smoke You just wanna flap your gums Smack him, run him over, throw him in the
Acura Yeah, jaw wired shut, can't eat Give his stupid ass a
straw Yeah, listen, I
gotta stop rapping I
ain't gonna go back to prison You tryna make diss tracks I'm tryna show up where you living This is different, change your shit You ain't even scaring bitches Don't ever raise your fist Unless you tryna praise religion This ain't just rap shit, other people get involved Show up, beat your ass, put that on one of my vlogs With your gay bars, sit down, take a
day off Or you end up in a
graveyard Get napalmed with ars You a
pussy