You’re Fired

Caree-caree-caree-careers are fixin' to go
Right down the drain oG's I'm so scared
I think I just fake shit my pants oh yeah
Church Church Church Church

This dudes gon' end my career
Damn son that's comedy gold
Your voice sounds like you just ate a cactus
And you're eighty years old
I listened to your last song and
I thought I got a concussion
'Cause the shit I was hearin'
Just didn't translate to nothin'
(Daisy me chow oh in orderin')
This dude sounds like a microwave
Is startin' to melt
My coffee pot could make a song
And get more iTunes sales
And I remember when I met you
And I rode in your truck
You said the fans we had looked at
Us like we was gods or somethin'
Like what? Like how fuckin'
Sociopath are you bro
Like, nobody looks at us as gods
That's the dumbest shit I've ever
Heard in my motherfuckin' life
You need to set the fuck down somewhere (Ahh)
(Um, on this new album I've
Got uh Upchurch the Redneck)
You didn't get me for shit
You paid me good and you know it
So I could fix your shit track
And make that shit mediocre
The only reason I did it was to
Be nice and do a favor
Now you're drunk as piss at shows
Talkin' smack like a hater
(When they really ain't shit)
Ain't shit, won't be shit
You can't sit with me and my friends bitch
You runnin' around on the microphones with
A fake ass Tennessee accent
I got more fans in your hometown then you'll
Probably get in the next four years
You must be drunk tryin' to beef with me
I just shotgunned like four beers
And I'm still on the beat so clean and crisp
Still hit the notes like Justin Bieber
Still go Slim Shady on a fuckin' track like
A hockey mask and a meat cleaver
Funny thing is, I ain't mad either
I'm just havin' a damn good time
But the biggest song that you ever had
Was the one old Churchman featured on
And I mean it's doin' decent numbers
Sittin' on a cute little 29
Nothin' compared to my "Rolling Stoned"
I got them songs that'll get you high
But you're gonna need a really tall ladder
To get up onto my level, bro
You tryin' to catch up to me is
Like a fat guy on a treadmill, bro
Huffin' and puffin' like you the Big Bad Wolf
More like a fuckin' Shih Tzu owned
By a chick with one tooth
Yeah you stay raisin' your voice but
I stay raisin' the bar
You're like Church "can you lower it
I can't reach that far"
And I ain't never dissed nobody
You're the victim that's first
Go cash that Google check you got and
Buy your next album a hearse
Your talent levels lower than the
Fuckin' crust of the Earth
So stop at Lowe's and buy a
Shovel for your projects before
You can also buy a mop
Yeah a bucket for sure
Next year I'll give you a
Job moppin' my studio floors
But I'm gonna have to start you
Out at like 550 an hour
You gotta prove to me that you actually
Do have some sort of work ethic
After this momo ass cracker hears this
He'll probably make a static
"I swear to god man
I'm gonna kick Upchurch's ass"
Son I couldn't touch you if I wanted
I'm worth too much cash
You want to settle somethin' faggot
Get your ass on a track
But chances are that I'm too busy
Yeah I'm a grown as man
I got bills, a fuckin' company
Sold out shows for my fans
And if this diss was two years old
I'd tell you pull up your pants
'Cause you are such a gangsta
Right? That's what YouTube says
Yeah you done woke up the bull and
My horns are lookin' too sharp
You're messin' with the legend don't get
Goin' fed to the sharks
Yeah you might live in the sticks
But only livin' off bark
I mean nutrition from the trees if
You didn't catch that part bro

They couldn't fuck with me if they wanted too
They couldn't fuck with me if they wanted too
They couldn't fuck with me or
Come fill my boots
They couldn't fuck with me or
Come fill my boots bitch

Now man, I told you leave me the fuck alone
I don't bother nobody and you didn't listen
Now do you have anything to say for yourself?
"Damn, you were right"