[Verse]
The writin' on the wall says the game is changed
But they still lookin' at me like I've gone deranged
They act like my music needs to be explained
Like why are you rappin', who you tryin' to portray
Nah, fuck that, life's a garden, gotta dig it
Gettin' all the Dirte then I bury you in it
I'll stab you in the fuckin' face with a solderin' iron
If you talkin' to me wrong and say I don't bring the fire
Ah, I'm at work with this
You can call me Adderall, the game is focused in
Ah, there's no stoppin' this
You can call whatever play, I'ma call a blitz
Ah, and they said I can't rap
You're a country boy, yeah, yeah, tell me what I don't know
If you stay sleepin' on me, you gon' mess around and wind up extinct like a dodo
Fuck opinions, I'ma stay up in it
You can't snuff me out, no abortion clinic
No Plan B, I stay fuckin' the game
It owes me my change, smack it with my pimp cane
Insane in the membrane
Spittin' flames fueled by fuckin' Methane
Man my flow is so inhumane
If you don't understand, let me try to explain
Yeah, normal guy with thoughts that are so damn mental
Got tired of people bein' so judgmental
So I learned how to rap and killed some instrumentals
Now I'm sacrificin' rappers with the tip of my pencil
Ha, yep, that's pretty much it
I guess it wasn't that hard to set me off in this bitch
I'm an I.E.D. just ready to explode
Or a horny lil' teenager 'bout bust a load
Eww, hold up, I'ma get off topic
I'm just spittin' bars out like, ugh, that's toxic
They don't understand I was made for this shit
Like a grave diggers made for the graveyard shift
But hey, that's just what I do
I'm beatin' up the beats 'til the beat turns blue
I'm workin' day and night diggin' all these holes
So if you get in my way, I'll just take your fuckin' soul
I'm a mix of everything that I grew up on
From George Strait all the way to Biggie Smalls
But I ain't "Going Back To Cali", I'll stay in the boondocks
But that don't mean I "Don't Rock The Jukebox"
Uh, and that's just what I do
The devil came down when that "Seminole Wind" blew
The "Thunder Rolled" and he set a mic at my feet
Out in the woods with them "Tall Tall Trees"
But let me back to the topic at hand
I keep gettin' these questions, like, "Keese, what's your plan?"
"I can't take you serious, I can't see you doin' it
I can't, I can't, I can't believe you're doin' this"
Well that sounds like your problem, bruh
If you didn't see this comin' then you never really knew me, huh?
I've been doin' this shit since I was sixteen
But now I'm hoppin' on the beat like I'm full of caffeine
Ugh, and I'm hip-hop poppin' now
Country boy got a lil' pump on the shotgun now
That buckshot loaded up, its gonna spray wide
Man, all of these haters better fuckin' run and hide
'Cause I ain't stoppin' this train
You can still jump on, but I don't care either way
I'm doin' this 'cause I wanna build a legacy
And tie that motherfucker to my last name
So let me make this clear if you comin' for the smoke
Place your mouth on my truck exhaust, take a long toke
They gon' find your dead body with my lyrics written on ya
That's your suicide letter that you forced upon yourself, bruh