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letra de watts - upchurch

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in gatlinburg for the rod run
find a hot rod to run around in
bust a block, minnesota tag plate
floorboard got the weed stems
we don’t need no aux cord
we only here to hear the engine bay
keep a wrench underneath the hood
six fifty horses in that stang-stang-stang
stay swayin’ these lane-lane-lanes
grand turismo with e-brake
done broke this game-game-game
every track gettin’ slay-slay-slayed
report card like an a-a-a
tow truck when i slow my way
flat bed when they sleepin’ on us
so they slide off on the exit lanе
i got the need for speed, i sit and read
i got a rap sensе no matter the cent made when i stream
a cent really don’t mean sh-t to me
so i guess in a sense i’m a centipede
unless i use money to wipe between my cheeks
that’s symbolism of the artistry
’cause the art in me already on beat
da-dum, da-dum, artery
i rip up a tarot so i’m hard to read
raised down south so the roots deep
self planted underground seed
got a red neck from the uvs
one time for the one lanes
still a rough rider in a humvee
motor swap with a 5.3
blue collar with the blue jeans
got the blue jeans with the g
blue dually with the blue beams
sony red, no green screen
mainstream can’t do me
catch you deep in them cheerios
i’m like eat readin’ my victory
so many ‘oh wells’ when i burp
that sh-t sound like a symphony
no paparazzi when they pop off poppin’
i’ll be bunch of blondies buggin’ f-ckin’ always tryna call me
signal drippin’ i’ll just say i lost it
’cause i’m in the hollar gettin’ rowdy prolly
i’m a creeker creepin’ dishes swamp sickness
realest redneck raddest in the business
ain’t no yee-haw
never peak an interest
let him he got my gps no ditches
studio sesh, won’t see no b-tches
autobahn speed not enough, oughta get me jet lines
when i wanna see an awesome speedometer
got ogs like ogs that boy be hummin’ ’em
comment when comin’ up landed in rocky top
born in a body shop, everything but a flop
i am atomic so f-ck your karate chop
too cold got my bat sat on a hockey lot
i don’t give a mighty f-ck, ain’t nothin’ but a mighty duck
a pyromaniac, i melt a motherf-cker light it up
go hyphen and comma, saliva hot as a sauna
i wrap around this b-tch like a motherf-ckin’ anaconda
on my kanye wander, superstar fallin’
i make no mistake i like solvin’ those partner
bring h-llo and h-ll in the helicopter
bullets rain above but my hogs stop ’em
make pork rinds out of rappers often
they don’t want the smoke ’cause church got a coffin
like six foot, seven foot, eight foot, what?
grave digger in the biz and he knows what’s up
i’m the diarrhea onomatopoeia on people who sh-t on my steeple
this preacher lethal when i’m in medieval
best story every told, never gonna be a sequel
go watch the doc when i’m dead at a regal
ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog in a junk yard
ba-ba-bad ass beagle
majestic fly, bald eagle
not stuck in a box, murder zoo keepers
nocturnal studio, don’t knock it
crop circle, ufo be poppin’
land in a field just to pick up some rich farmer’s fine ass daughter
super thirsty so his cows got slaughtered
super hard like mexican mortar
paint the town red but i’m usin’ porter
no contract, i’ll be the contractor for it
kick ass like red foreman
dodge potholes when i’m in a foreign
my circle locked, i got nothin’ for you
’cause this ain’t a store for some dormant storage
blood shed like a period, period
rap ’til i’m d-mn near delirious, really kid
been weezy, when wizzy i’m nearly a million
what is a goon to a frequent delinquentship?
seen what i was in a mirror, that’s pretense
slobber on my neumann got ash on my preamp
voice like stonehenge when i sing in mid tex
f-ck everybody, you don’t like me, get waxed
really, really when i’m bored, motherf-cker big facts
if you wanna bucked, my advice, get back (my advice, get back)
unless you want a deer tag (unless you want a deer tag)
put your rack on a small plaque (rack on a small plaque, rack on a small plaque)

- upchurch

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