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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Church, uh Red carpet, gold lace Fake smile, fake wave Stop, pose, smile, eh Shutter flash, flash grenade, dang What's a snake and sparkler to Mr. Joe Dirt, ayy? Show me them boobies, take the hammer to the poop tank Kicking Wing higher than the top of fuckin' Snoop's house Shag carpet like the van when Fred and Daphnee rolled out That's why I act like Shaggy, smoke a bleezy hunt for ghosts Get possessed, become a legend with a pencil and a scope, ho Put poison in your cranium, these bars are thick titanium You couldn't sink me in 1912 with iceburgs helpin' ya They told me knock on the door, ask to be let in The River Rat was floatin' home on a door right then You can blow that whistle and you'll jack about a thousand times But I'm ice cold, leave the haters frozen back in time The poor boy stayed afloat, rockin' bottoms like a tater sack Spicy Cajun with the flows, mic inside a jerky shack Je-Jeffery Dahmer with the knife, you want beef I sell human flesh From cuttin' off the faces, people comin' tryna piggyback Church, Church, Church you don't answer none of my calls no more So I'ma start some rumors, you're a prick because you're ego brah I see you eatin' right now you're gettin' back in shape SongtexteSince I'm just a lazy fuck I'll say you're on coke and depressed 30 cars, four houses, bills paid, suck my bull nuts Record label, what is that? I sign my own checks son I've been my own boss since I got fired from Eddie's Market Took a piss inside a classroom, got expelled from halls of Harpeth Dropped out, never even got my GED Failed English class every year now they're readin' on me Like I became a brain surgeon, or I play for LSU I hate hearts tell the doctor print the CAT Scans for I reckon you want to see how bad I'm RHECin' in I RHECin' mud tracks runnin' through the town Dirty dirty when I RHEC the shit They opened up a can of teenie weenie Beanee Weenee's I'ma eat the beat with my eyes low, our haters smell like Denny's Can I get these fuckin' sissies smothered covered extra onion Country rap needs a big shot, then you can call me Paul Bunyan Blue rocks in a White Owl, yeah I'm hip-hop's White House Since I blew up now it's extra pimp to pull that tractor out Jason Aldean said he'd take you for a ride I'm the one that's poppin' wheelies, PTO crank the high You might die in my mind, I'm a rare one of my kind I've been in this shit so long I got mushrooms growin' on my facade I got the public eye trippin' like their pupils dilated Hip-hop rubbin' it's eyes before they realized that I made it The game is closin', overdosin' on some Melatonin in the open Droolin' on the window no direction where the fuck you goin'? Remember back to when Ol' Red had his evenin' run? Or when George had to make Amarillo by mornin' sun Well I'm makin' somethin' also and I don't know what it is yet I don't have to know 'cause I know I got a killer intellectual mindset I know time is a damn track just like each track has a time This is hours of thinkin' just puzzle pieced together with a bunch of uneven lines For uneven minds, no reason why, I'm just vocals through the damn system But when I'm gone and the system crashes people still gonna tune in and listen Church Stone baby stone Stone baby stone Stone baby stone Aus Songtexte Mania