Church Ghost Man this industry is crazy like a bunch of crooked politics Everybody tryin' to pickpocket me for my fuckin' shit Got cousins I ain't never met tryin' to come over to spend the night Like cracker I don't know you from Adam so quit hittin' my line Got everybody and their mama tryin' to get a feature I'm from the deep south and I don't like diluting liquor I'm tryin' to get up to gettin' tipsy at the MTV awards So I can fist fight with celebrities that I don't like no more End up on TMZ, yeah like Kanye West If I wear a MAGA hat it's probably what you'd expect Since I'm a southern born and raised dirty honkey from the southside Trump sticker on the bumper of my lifted up ride Yeah man I'm on defense around the tickin' clock But my offense can take a 308 round blow off your cock I ain't talkin' the enjoyable, I'm talkin' so deplorable You won't be sleepin' on me when I overdose you with some chloroform Yeah I'm way past formal somethin' I don't even understand I've been this way since I seen a Mohican on some farmer's land Stars fell from the sky, entered deep into my blood stream Now I'm an indestructible being that's sayin' a bunch of wild things It's like I'm runnin' from myself tryin' to catch me in the same aisle It's universal with the minutes, I ain't talkin' studio time But damnit if I could I'd have sex with this microphone Add some 808's so every speaker in here's gettin' blown More bass, more snare, yeah I'm way way out there The earth is tiny 'cause I'm spittin' bars where there's no air Saturn got a taxi reach for me don't even let your teacher lie I rap around the solar system like a bunch of meteorites Ironic when I spit it, my head strapped with a astro So ahead of the game can't hear 'em callin' me asshole Threw my atlas out the window hope you don't find your way 'Cause if you fuckin' up mine then you slick tryin' to hate And you don't want the wrath of a madman in a Tennessee cabin Whose never goin' to know the feelin' of bein' a fuckin' has been Constantly blazin' tragic and never losin' my traction Yeah I'm breathtakin' dog, I hope you don't have asthma Ah, shit, I got asthma But I'm still one of the throats they ain't ever gonna grab after One look and they thought I was knee slapper Ended up a rap master who's plasterin' the Nash action A record deal and a pile of money Yeah I'm from Music City and you yuppie fucks kinda funny Lookin' at me weird when I hit the strip hella muddy Somewhat like a workin' man, a workin' man is when I was buzzin' It wasn't even Friday, it was Wednesday in Franklin (Uh huh) I was workin' in a house lookin' at chandeliers danglin' And wonderin' how to get where these rich fucks was standin' Churchman need a Jeep rockin' Desert Storm cami's (Ayy) I'm ready for war now just give me the 50 cal I'll be a tractor on crack steady plowin' them all down Farmer Church be catchin' bodies like his hands are made of trampolines Makin' titties bounce like they ravin' out with the laser beams But hey I don't go to parties bro I barely leave my house And if you see a beef from me you better turn around My mind state Metal Gear Solid, I hold the game's controller Paid my light bill for a hundred years my generator's dump My career is my baby and it's somethin' that I'm holdin' And this coat keep me warm, keep me off this tail oven 'Cause if I have to turn around and take away from my focus I'm gonna kill with a hocus pocus potion and get goin' Church Hahahaha Too easy I'll see you tomorrow Stoner Stay fresh skin Haha Supernatural droppin' this summer I don't know when I don't know Y'all people who watch my YouTube know I don't keep up with shit I just do shit, so Keep on the lookout for Supernatural