Church, motherfucker (Winners, winners, winners) Yeah, ah yeah Ain't nobody dissin' me unless my whole name in it But that shit don't never happen 'cause I'm dangerous competition Manny Pacquaio, all my shots got repetition And my reputation flawless even with the abolition I stay optimistic, can't help to stop the gigglin', they optic Lockin' on my business, still missin', 'cause they forgot to wipe their lenses Couldn't see his own agenda Ain't no rapper fuckin' with me, I'm the game's referendum And they fed up, I'm like the Feds, when I document 'em Too soft, you not the shit, that's a small percenter Have a baby by me, baby, I don't do apprenticeship And I'll be on the wave, got 'em drownin' while they skinny dippin' Tallest in the room even if I'm Jimmy Dickens Six strings, seven bitches, ate my oppositions If a diss comin' and you undercover with it 'Cause you duckin' Church, but the devil already in the kitchen Hank Hill out here hittin' propane switches Got the gas, don't make me blow up more in my position Quit playin', it's too payin' for Ukrainian's to listen Now they in their feelin's 'cause I don't never sit, to listen in Stop pretendin' you motherfuckers are life livin' Your light dim and you're spendin' your night minutes Destroyin' your sight vision, get a nite light for your lame gimmick Lines lame mimmickin' the same rhythm every single time Al Gore of algorithms, sayin' somethin', doin' different Don't know where to fit in, tried every outfit and fitted This not a level of realmin' for you, it's restricted 'Cause you out chasin' them dollars like you a rural town stripper Goldilocks from Canada but this that down south shit Use the propaganda that you throwin' as a niche I'ma feed it back to you, one hand and a Bic I'm so fire flame, every diss remembered like it's Auschwitz Have a shootout with two language scripts I'm a bicentennial baby, pick you off from a picket fence Blood, sink, that's me, I just need a quick rinse Hit the 808, I'm tappin' in past the sixth sense Nobody added function in this dimension that I'm livin' in It's like I'm standin' in the lens and really get to watch the shit Got my remote, change the channel when I want to And the one I'm on, I don't even know you Matter fact, fuck a TV, game ain't even got new So many ghostwriters, room vibe like cement tombs These people dusty so I hit 'em with a thick broom I'm flyer like my spell and need a cauldron and a big spoon Call it witchcraft when I pick which switch I flick Activated divine hick, universal line, there's my sign As a sidekick, don't give a damn who you side with Bargin' in the room, the levee broke, my flow level at high risk And I might flood a motherfucker (Flood a motherfucker) Yeah, and I might disappear for nothin' (Disappear for nothin') Yeah, and I might go and grab the gilly Sneak around every enemy that envied the fact that I don't never sleep And I don't never have dreams, all I got is overseed Name gettin' noticed even overseas Go ahead and hit my boat with your little jet ski Find out that your boy was built like he was the Roman seed Standin' near me too close, you hear piano's, lower keys I'm Beethoven bitch, I love playin' broken strings One of the dopest poet to ever be spoken on the scene I'm the shit, your weak ass, ain't nothin' but poet feed Somebody put the spotlight on Princess Report his politics, same rhyme, same theme list As he pops up on a TV with the dipshits Won't leave Hollywood 'cause you be actin' for the crisis Ghostwriter like damn, why you start to cry sis? 'Cause Upchurch won't stop, and he really do the shit Thunderstruck, always gonna have a fuckin' buzz in Nobody touchin' me, electricity through a cow fence Keep a straight face and my office like you Mike Pence Voice loud, loud screeches, even givin' mic dense Got the Blue Gene's, I ain't talkin' my pants Walk it like I wrote it, way back 1-7-7-6 Ain't no Yankee when I doodle, rooster got the feather pen Accidentally send when whisperin' lethal synonym I don't want no new friends comin' for my credit I don't want no who this, better come with leverage I ain't makin' no careers 'cause this steeple now a staple And they ain't sayin' my name like I'm cursed inside a riddle, motherfucker Motherfucker Church, Church Alright, now lets roll one and go back to the beach player Woo