[Intro]
They mad I got the soul, motherfucker
Church
This is KalaniOnDaBeat

[Verse 1]
Slit my throat, can't tell ’cause my red neck
Bleedin' racin' fuel, brain runnin’ like a Hellcat
Which genre? You won't have 'em thinkin' that I spell cast
Music City magic, feel like I'm finna rob Batman
Beat the game up so much I can't even see a mic stand
Hip-hop goin' over their head like it's mic legs
Mic check, hooked up like a side gig
Cash cowboy and I be writin’ my own checks
Gimme the problem, I ain’t playin' possum successor, reclaim
Cross and take scissors to cut a track and vocals stopped workin’
Drop curtain, I'm come beatin' the top circuits
No need to give me flowers, every field I got flourished
Every time I dot I's on my fine line
I find time to travel deep inside the shaft to craft mine
Motherfuckin’ hillbilly, motherfuckin' holler boy
B-b-bad motherfucker ridin' in my Tonka toy
Rollin' so stoned, got the coffin in the long bed
Bet they wanna kill Bill but my presidents have been dead
And safe, call it presidential placement
When I stepped on the track they yelled "Racist"
[Bridge]
You know why? 'Cause they don't wanna race this
Haha, ask them if they wanna taste test
Hell naw, 'cause my sauce got honey drippin' off of it, motherfucker

[Verse 2]
Yellin' "Racist", they don't wanna race this
Let your bae watch like Sandy Cheeks and Pam's tits
I'm greased lightnin' on the mic and we don't match
Acid drippin' off the bottom of my mustache
Spinnin' these wheels, flow lookin' like Monster-Max
Always stay afloat and they know that it's monster facts
Always gettin' bucked, gun so big I need a monster rack
Rampage Jackson, monster mine and slam you on a mat
A mean track, I'm whiter than Nardwuar
Lyrics gon' get you like Jiu-Jitsu, got arm bars
Crucifix you to death out in my front yard
So many bows to the dome, country attack Mars
Yeah bitch, I'm that star, couple rings around me
When they say I took a turn in my goldies with the platinum
And the platinum set the tone on the standard where I'm standin'
Ask a hater why he starin', tell his bitch to make his parents pay
Ain't no barbeque sauce in the south that is hot as me
I hip-hopped in the window and gave it my genealogy
Rubbin' off on the game, poppin' up like a genie with jeans
And songs so genius, add guitar so they start to see us
[Bridge]
Yeah, but they could never be us, they can only see us
New age outlaw shit bringin' different demeanor's
Hahaha, motherfucker

[Verse 3]
I'm havin' fun with this, my redneck ass came bargin' in
Reckless with the flow like rainfall to the Cumberland
On the rise, kick your boots off if you're comin' in
No copperhead rowin' your boat, it be a moccasin
My image the realest, somebody's cousin ideally
Pullin' up in the dually with hoochies and a bag of that killer
I'm bad and I'm bigger, the b-b-b-b-bubba, the millions
Always standin' outside, somebody tell Wayne I never had ceiling's
Church motherfucker, you hear them crickets?