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letra de huck fosier - adam calhoun

[intro: adam calhoun]
this is not a song
this is not even a f-ckin’ warning
i’m comin’ for all you motherf-ckers
if you diss me, i’m comin’ to your front door
there won’t be no reply

[verse 1: adam calhoun]
le-le-let me make this crystal clear
this country rap ain’t sh-t to hear
y’all ain’t moved an inch in years
stuck in the mud, shiftin’ gears
you must write your raps with crayons
hosier’s got like a dozen fans
know for f-ckin’ his cousin and
talkin’ sh-t but won’t throw hands
you ain’t a man you a b-tch, right
you buddy up and you switch sides
can’t get nowhere so you d-ck ride
that’s straight up, midnight

[verse 2: adam calhoun]
don’t get me wrong, tryin’ to put us on
but half of y’all can’t write a song
the other half is doin’ sh-t
they build it up and you ruin it
it’s time to man up, no more b-tch
why you on stage grabbin’ your d-ck
talkin’ about the beers you drink
and braggin’ about the cans you dip
you so camo i can’t see you
this ammo make yo’ -ss see-through
talk tough, get f-cked, tossed in the trunk
then take that punk to icu

[verse 3: adam calhoun]
what’s a hillbilly, get k!lled really
i f-ck with ol’ boy chicken willie
it’s summer time buyin’ still chili
can’t touch your boy but you still feel me
i’ll choke a hater with copenhagen
dope as f-ck, no mistakin’
far as hick-hop, i hit the top
whether or not that sh-t’s vacant

[interlude: who tf is justin time?]
hold up! hold up! hold up! hold up!
this is who the f-ck is justin time?
this is redneck rave sh-t motherf-ckers
what y’all think i wasn’t gonna get on here and talk my sh-t
y’all sadly motherf-ckin’ mistaken, now check this out
y’all motherf-ckers wanna talk about y’all gonna p-ss on somebodies boots
i’ve got 17 motherf-ckin’ reasons why you ain’t gonna step b-tch
you got a motherf-ckin’ problem
when you see me, make sure yo’ -ss hop out that motherf-ckin’ truck b-tch
let’s go

[verse 4: adam calhoun]
you, you, you thought i was done though
no, no, no harm to the t–th in a no gun zone
got an army with me, quit talkin’ to me
lights on upstairs but n0bodies home
n0bodies on sh-t, just fight me
n0body wants it, unlikely
get stomped out by red wing boots
we don’t do soft sh-t around here, f-ck nike

[verse 5: adam calhoun]
you won’t pull it, shotgun bullets wreck your whole body (body)
all i hear is a lot of bullsh-t, you ain’t n0body (body)
who’s going to check me, i’m waitin’
please don’t test me, my patience
runnin’ out, don’t run your mouth
this gun i got ain’t got no safety
lord have mercy, i mean that
if i react, it means he-rs-s
bunch of virgins
i can’t f-ck with these b-tches weak -ss verses
this is curtains, show’s over
not for me, but for those of
you who oppose the fact i just showed you
that the game is over

- adam calhoun

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