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Ha Church Mutha fucka If music was a neighborhood, they wouldn't like my residence Hammer down the V-8, bumper through a wooden fence Hazzard and I'm Duke'n in a circle with the checkered print No caution flag, get the caution tape, I murder shit Feel froggy, then be Kermit bitch, throw Oscar in the garbage bin I'm a Cookie Monster, no countin' sheep, I don't sleep for shit Tell 'em catch the Z's, I'm just in it for the "W" In that SS with your bitch and the windows down, cause I'm b-b-b-bubba, mo-mother mo-motherfuck a whole lane Froze, watch 'em all go wreck each other I got four chains on like I'm Suge Knight sucka (I said move bitch, get out the way) Only movin' forward, tell 'em all move motherfucker Beast mode, the underground sinkhole Treadin' on the name leave you nameless like he gone Opponent, I don't see none Everybody talkin' levels, ask these rappers what they be on Fuck a level, fuck a level, planet xenon Stratosphere status, or I won't even respond Spray 'em like some fleas, then you won't be in the lawn Bars motherfucker, send my ass to the gulag I'm super hot fire, yeah, I've been around that long Letras de canciones Ayy, ain't no neck redder than the one on my motherfuckin' shoulders fam' Holler Boy 'til the coffin, HB tatted on my hand Two middle fingers my gang sign, rollin' stoned with a rebel edge Rockstar really do not give a F, cowboy with the two-step Rowdy like a two-stroke, tell a hater don't forget Get ate by a sixteen while I'm thirty-two years old When I'm sixty-four, I'll be a Neuralink rap style download Most rappers big talk but they brain lookin' micro Imagination Station in my scope, lookin' micro This is my zone, CEO, double blow My iPhone, Salisbury on the mic though My asshole ain't got no price-hole And now we can't kick it, got no thigh bone I been runnin' it, deserve a break, so give me Brembo Roadrunner, big motor roamin' Tennessee timezone Hip-hop evolvin' every time I go and get stoned Which craft will I pick? Gear shift hear a new tone Brainwave too strong, skull like a group home Different me's all chillin', fist fightin' for the remote They stick to a channel but they can mentally handle Enormous critical damage from fame, money, and scandals My heart held for a ransom, so I ripped it out of my left rib Took a big bite out of my own death wish If I'm mad to the max, I swing a axe, be wood bitch Make fire stacks cedar, no (I'm a fire flame, fi-fire flame spitter) match because I'm in-in Fire flame spitter, royal in them royal sticks Ain't no real redneck call a Uber to the strip And my flow goin' forever I don't ever waste lines Waist deep in muddy water, up to my waist line I put the bass, I mean bass in my pocket, hook line Snappin' on the Mudjug head, jug lines Beast mode, the underground sinkhole Treadin' on the name leave you nameless like he gone Opponent, I don't see none Everybody talkin' levels, ask these rappers what they be on Fuck a level, fuck a level, planet xenon Stratosphere status, or I won't even respond Spray 'em like some fleas, then you won't be in the lawn Bars motherfucker, send my ass to the gulag I'm super hot fire, yeah, I've been around that long From Letras Mania