[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Only three people left, I got this
Killin' shit long range like Fortnite
I'm finna to tuck these haters in and whoop your head boy 'til it's nite nite
These bars are bedtime stories best to pick the shit I'm spittin'
I'm sicker than HIV from suckin' and drunk kissin'
So won't you miss me with that girly shit your studios in a cheap salon
I'm here to chop careers in half with my hair done up like I'm Mulan
I got a dragon spittin' fire when I transform into the other me
The side that's goin' HAM like I'm higher than Thanksgivin' feast
And I'm gonna put you in the oven and slow bake you at a high degree
Rip your legs off, eat them bitches, know that you ain't runnin' shit
You tripped on Bass Pro and fell on the other side
Then woke up in the parkin' lot and took a selfie with a random ride
Hashtag these nuts you lamb chop lookin' honkey
I ain't gotta drop a addy 'cause you know where to find me
You been to my house twice, I treated you with full respect
And now your trash talkin' trash always gets put in the bag
And then it's thrown in my truck, and then it's dropped at the dump
You'll be the only shotgun in the south sittin' collectin' dust
Yeah I finally said fuck it, you 'bout as lethal as a musket
Fuck your interview on Instagram them numbers had to plummet
'Cause when my face left the screen my whole squad comin' with me
Only reason you hatin' is 'cause your analytics cringey
Your music videos look like the Wiggles of Molly's Big Comfy Couch
But you wouldn't know about Molly you got my dick in your mouth
And I'm startin' to wonder if you wanna take me on a date
You say my name more than chicks that are strapped down to my bed frame
Yeah, fifty shades of Church on a track and it's fuckin' reckless
I'ma take your damn career and wear it like a spinnin' necklace
"Look, I got swag now y'all"
You got as much swag as a mannequin at Gander Mountain
And yeah, I know you're thirsty but you ain't sippin' out my fountain
High quality H2O, I'm goin' two truck everlastin'
While I walk this earth my brain power is fuckin' supernatural
You're pokin' the bear where there's berries growin' on bushes
Askin' to get bit where there ain't no recovery stupid
You're the dumbest dog at the pound that likes to hump electric fences
Constantly fuckin' yourself until your balls are burnt and crispy
And now I'm here with a knife to perform a hella harsh vasectomy
I'm sick and fucking tired of wack rappers that's talkin' shit to me
Go ahead and talk your shit, shut your fucking closet door
Write some shit that matters you trend hoppin' fuckin' selfie whore
[Verse 2: Adam Calhoun & Upchurch]
Yeah, hey Church, I got you brother
I'm on my fuck shit, you still on that truck shit
Get your ass truck stiffed, I'm not one to fuck with
Your rap style sucks dick, wassup bitch
Why you takin' selfies like a girl, duck lips
How you gonna shoot that shot with that little musket?
Big guns make holes that rearrange your guts quick
What the fucks a Shotgun Shane, if two kings with gold rings
You still fillin' up your tank, scrapin' up loose change
Heat 'em up Lu Kang, assassinate Hussein
Tie 'em up to a tree, that's the only time you hang
You can't sit with us, we takin' over Jack
You gotta better chance shittin' in your hands and just clap
God knows you can't rap or throw hands, hell no
Let us do the man shit, grab Hosier and go slow dance you both fags
Bitchin' like some old hags
Two basic bitches that forgot to grab your Tampax