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Church man I was 15 years old
When this shit came out god dang, hah
Ayy, ayy

I got the Voss Power T in
The back glass of that Cummins
Turkey feather in the vinyl that
Ithaca get 'em runnin'
They wishin' my ass would fumble so the
Game could get a turn around
But I run this shit just like the
Colts from Rocky Top to the NFL
I'm retirin' so big I make a
Brush guard outta all the gold
And give it to my kids so
They can be pimpin' like daddy-o
Long haired country boy
Pro-charged Challenger
Dixieland blood, 20 of my caliber
And I be in that Dodge
General Church with fine tuned
My Mopar stay floatin' like
A summertime pontoon
No shirt, no shoes, no motherfuckin' problem
I am from the cut and I
Don't hang around with goblins
Goblins, goblins, I ain't scared of nothin'
On some hills have eyes shit
The graves you know I got them
Articles written about me
People talk shit out of spite
But I can care less I'm
High in my Corvette tonight
I like my blunts rolled back
My big tires hella bald
I be drivin' one lane roads when
It's heavy on the fog
I still slide across the hood like
I'm always watchin' TV Land
Crew cut with my Wranglers
Hella steady with my drivin' hand
I see rappers pushin' daisies so
I pulled out jumper cables
Then I shocked the world so much I
Guess I broke the voltage meter
Hey Church what if you are
Accepted would it be weird?
Why so you guys could lie just to sit me here
So I can smell like weed
And outside temperature beer
And wish I was somewhere else
With my real skins
Fuck an award like it's shaped
As a shiny dick
Give it to me I'll hand it back
Like I don't want that shit
I like my circle hella small
My pistola hella loaded
My career so Eastwood
I'ma change my name to Clint
Homie keep the spark in this bitch
My pockets fulla flint
Could not drown my in stagnant water
In the middle of Michigan
My tread Ford Tough
My rubber sponsored my Michelin
So I'll be runnin' Tempah when I
Smash into that mainstream shit
Doors locked, shaved
Panels bulletproof all the way around
Lookin' like DMX in a Hummer except
I got a 50 cal and I don't know where the
Hood, where the hood, where the hood at
I'm from corner stores, nightcrawlers
Fish hooks with a curved hat
But I know when Walmart closes
When they stop sellin' guns
And I can tell you tobacco's cheaper at
The Shell by the car wash
I'm the one in that vroom vroom
When the town is too quiet
No TV's up in my house
Only broken safety's on rifles
Don't be trippin' on me Santa
Claus didn't bring me shit
I'm cold as the North Pole
He'll shoot your eye out kid

I like my beat down low
County music cranked up
Black and tan in my seat, fat J rolled up
I got that Kel Tec loaded
With my seat laid back
Weed in the toolbox, loud 30-06
I like my beat down low
County music cranked up
Black and tan in my seat, fat J rolled up
I got that Kel Tec loaded
With my seat laid back
Weed in the toolbox, loud 30-06 ayy