Only three people left, I got this Killin' shit long range like Fortnite I'm fiddin' to tuck these haters in and whoop your head boy till 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 Thanksgiving 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 parking 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 settin' collecting 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'm gonna 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 man that can at Gander Mountain And yeah I know you're thirsty but you ain't sippin' out my fowl 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 fucking yourself until your balls are burned 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 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 and 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)