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I'm from the burrows of Kentucky You should probably try to duck me Got a problem with it, go ahead and touch me 'Cause my world can get bloody So thorough when I hunt The whole bureau gon' be searchin' looking for me The whole world tried to shut me Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy Time to turn these motherfuckers into lunch meat They said that brighter days should be coming Looked outside and it ain't sunny But I like the dark, guess I'm kinda lucky The day that I make a song that they like I know I fucked up (why?) 'Cause haters love to fuck the shit That's the only way that they fly Fans of mine know I like to stir the pot a couple times Before I dine, so I let them simmer and sizzle to brine 'Cause they salty, enemies of mine are quite numerous They try to stop me, but I push through pussies like a uterus They losing it, make 'em act a fool, they ludicrous Every time a rapper got them up in arms, that's humorous Punchlines for days, come find the lane and wait I'll explain, queue the rhyme, catch a ride to the face So what those glass jaws say Letras de cancionesTalkin' trash all day Then like those stone colds comin' with how those glass jaws break For those who have lost faith I'm back, in fact, I'm here to stay Still cutting through these beats Like a hacksaw blade They want me dragged off stage They wanna cast me off away But I'll force my way into the game Until the padlock breaks I'm from the burrows of Kentucky You should probably try to duck me Got a problem with it, go ahead and touch me 'Cause my world can get bloody So thorough when I hunt The whole bureau gon' be searchin' looking for me The whole world tried to shut me Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy Time to turn these motherfuckers into lunch meat They said that brighter days should be coming Looked outside and it ain't sunny But I like the dark, guess I'm kinda lucky Lord knows that I'm a man of my word I am not deterred If you thinking you can stop me with your comments Know your plan is absurd I handle the slurs No damage encouraged Stand up and learn When you come at me I'll make you shit the bed, Amber Heard I'ma swerve all you bitches Look concerned with all you bitches Haters fueling my fire When will you learn, all you bitches? There's a reason that you know me But I do not know you People pay to hear my music People put you on mute I got these hillbilly hooks And flibbity-hibbity rap bars Hundreds of thousands of yes men But no one puts on my songs Someone correct me if I'm wrong It's contradictory, no? Tell me that rap don't pay my bills But I just bought a second home? But y'all don't ever make cents So that kinda makes sense Putrid smelling motherfuckers only time you make scents Showed up to that fucker's door I ain't heard from him since I'll wait a couple more days And pay him a visit again 'Cause I'm from the burrows of Kentucky You should probably try to duck me Got a problem with it, go ahead and touch me 'Cause my world can get bloody So thorough when I hunt The whole bureau gon' be searchin' looking for me The whole world tried to shut me Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy Time to turn these motherfuckers into lunch meat They said that brighter days should be coming Looked outside and it ain't sunny But I like the dark, guess I'm kinda lucky From Letras Mania