Got the damn Amish in the Duramax swervin through the lanes, everybody gettin passed Foot down on the gas, goin way to fast Not carin if a deer jumps in front of my ass Live down in the holler, everybody blue collar Wouldn't leave if i had 80-90-100 thousand dollars Whole family down here, everybody's sons and daughters So if you ever need a hand, just holler 2024, I ain't beefin no more I got wife material, I got exactly what I was looking for I don't need a dirty whore to get me feelin like I scored Because in about a month, i'm kinda gettin kinda bored Backwoods hillbilly, this year gon be frigidly Not another fucker's gonna approach my vicinity Not a motherfucker can come close to my ability Dodgin all the bullets, cuz ya'll don't have my agility Flow be Icy Hot cuz when I heat you up you freeze Then my verbal artillary gonna grab your throat and squeeze Knock your stupid ass on the floor, walkin over you with ease Then send a picture to your mother look at the camera, say cheese! Some of you be thinking that I sound like dog shit So get your ass up on the mic, let's hear the shitty rhymes you spit Then ima look at you and laugh and tell you "go on, GIT" Crush your lyrics in a ball and throw 'em in the fire pit Everybody shootin but they not even close Aint got nothin to say back yeah shit like this is what they loathe The obsessiveness over me honestly is kinda gross My flow is thicker than your bitch, it's like a drug you'll overdose Bruin Lagoon sloshin in your bong water Make you niggas faker than a Burger King Impossible Whopper Ya'll be conductin drama faster than some #1 copper Just a bunch a wires, i got cuttin pliers to slaughter Nobody got the hillbilly skillbilly magically Any effort comin at me gonna end so tragically Not expecting failure comin at you so dramatically Beat you bitches down, cuz my flow is so pneumatically It's 11:58 and I haven't even ate Not enough meat on your bones, so im feedin off the hate Good thing I like my candy sour, so im finishin my plate Just gotta get you stupid fuckers straight Got the damn Amish in the Duramax Swervin through the lanes, everybody gettin passed Foot down on the gas, goin way too fast Not carin if a deer jumps in front of my ass Live down in the holler, everybody blue collar Wouldn't leave if I had 80-90-100 thousand dollars Whole family down here, everybody's sons and daughters So if you ever need a hand, just holler