man your rhymes are weak as [F]
when I take the mic you better duck
you see my crew up in my truck
we came to end you cause' you suck
we're rednecks but we go hard
I'm a metalhead but I spit bars
like in World War 1 when we charged the trenches
and you man, you just rode the benches
like your girlfriend rides my d!k
give her the flu cause' it's so sick
she says "give me more, it's so big"
you ask "is mine?" she says "you wish!"
man I will say her @ss is thick
I'm a legend for a backwoods hick
no recognition cause' my words don't click
with the corporates
my rhymes reduce them to corpses
my skills are natural I don't force it
unlike the mainstream and they're fake [S]
they don't respect the way I spit
now that I have your brain bustin' at the seams
I'll drop the mic, it's time to leave
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