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letra de monster-max 1 - upchurch

[intro]
they mad i got the soul, motherf-cker
church
this is kalaniondabeat

[verse 1]
slit my throat, can’t tell ’cause my red neck bleedin’ racin’ fuel
brain runnin’ like a h-llcat
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
success or [?], cross and take census to cut a track, your vocals stop workin’
drop curtain, i’m come beatin’ the top circuits
no need to give me flowers, every field i got flourished
every time i got eyes on my bon bon
i find time to travel deep inside the shaft [?]
motherf-ckin’ hillbilly, motherf-ckin’ holler boy
b-b-bad motherf-cker ridin’ in my tonka toy
rollin’ so stoned, got to coughin’ in the lung
bet they wanna k!ll bill but my presidents have been dead, and safe
call it presidential placement, when i step on the track they yell “racist”
you know why? ’cause they don’t wanna race this
haha, ask them if they wanna taste test
h-ll naw, my sauce got honey drippin’ off of it, motherf-cker
[verse 2]
yellin’ “racist”, they don’t wanna race this
let your bae watch like sandy cheeks and [?]
i’m grease lightnin’ on the mic and we don’t match
acid drippin’ off the bottom of my mustache
spinnin’ these wheels, flow looking like monster-max
always stay afloat and they know that is 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 b-tch, 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 b-tch to make us parents
ain’t no barbeque sauce in the south that is hot as me
i hip-hopped in the window and gave you my genealogy
rubbin’ off on the game, poppin’ up like a genie with jeans
and songs so g*nius, add guitar so they start to see us

[bridge]
yeah, but they could never be us, they can only see us
new age outlaw sh-t bringin’ different demeanor’s
hahaha, motherf-cker
[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 k!ller
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 motherf-cker, you hear them crickets?

- upchurch

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