The girls all dance with the boys from the city But they don't care to dance with me Well it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy And the red clay stains my feet Well its under my nails and its under my collar And it shows on my Sunday clothes Though I do my best with soap and water That damned old dirt won't go But when I pass through the pearly gates Will my gown be gold instead Or just a red clay robe with red clay wings And a red clay halo for my head It's mud in the spring and it's dust in the summer When it rolls in crimson tide Â'Til the trees and leaves and the cows are the color Of the dirt on the mountainside Now Jordan's banks are red and muddy And the rolling water is wide But I got no boat, so I'll be good and muddy When I get to the other side I'll take the red clay robe and the red clay wings And the red clay halo for my head

She comes from silver spoon, golden rule, private school Never missed Sunday church And I come from blue collar, low dollar Out here where concrete meets old red dirt And I don't know what happened But it sure don't add up on paper But when I close my eyes late at night You can bet I thank my maker She keeps on loving me Loves me the way I am She's not just along for the ride She's my biggest fan Lord, it's a little old piece of heaven When we lay down at night She keeps on loving me And I keep on wondering why She's got a wicked smile, angel eyes Every guy wanting to hold her close She's as pretty as sin Like the sun sinking down on the California coast She keeps on loving me Loves me the way I am She's not just along for the ride She's my biggest fan Lord, it's a little old piece of heaven When we lay down at night She keeps on loving me And I keep on wondering why Alright, alright, alright I don't know what happened But it sure don't add up on paper And as long as she lets me I'll take her wherever she wants me to take her, oh She keeps on loving me Loves me the way I am She's not just along for the ride She's my biggest fan And it's a little old piece of heaven When we lay down at night She keeps on loving me And I keep on wondering why She keeps on loving me And I keep on wondering why

You say you're in this All the right reasons There's been too many times I've questioned your intentions Your words mean nothing If you never back 'em up I've had all I can take I've had more than enough And I'm tired, so tired of these games we play Sitting around just waiting for something to change Feel like all you ever do All you ever do is do me wrong Feel like all you ever do All you ever do is do me wrong Feel like all you ever do All you ever do is do me wrong And I can't keep hanging on I'm good as gone Of course, there's been good times But not in a good while Seem like when I try to reach you Lord, you never reach back out We're merely just a shell of what we used to be I don't see things getting better now, honey We've come apart at the seam And I'm tired, so tired of these games we play Sitting around just waiting for something to change Feel like all you ever do All you ever do is do me wrong Feel like all you ever do All you ever do is do me wrong Feel like all you ever do All you ever do is do me wrong And I can't keep hanging on I'm good as gone Feel like all you ever do All you ever do is do me wrong Feel like all you ever do All you ever do is do me wrong Feel like all you ever do All you ever do is do me wrong And I can't keep hanging on I'm good as gone

I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose Don't make me knock you off of that chair, yeah You gon' do what to who? Nigga, you ain't nothin', dude Shit, he say, "Nigga?" Yeah, I did, nigga, fuck you Oh, I can't say that? But you can say that? Black lives matter, and every white dude is racist I like country and rap, they say I can't I say I can, hold up, matter of fact I'm sayin', listen Racism is at an all-time high in America I don't judge people by their color I just judge them on their character Who wrote? You know, I know how to get it in Dawg, Cujo, you know, you just on that kitten, shit Large, I'm livin', you ain't in charge I'm givin' you three seconds 'fore I lose my temper Stomp your head in Oh, my God, aggression, fuck, yeah, I'm American Sometimes arrogant, I'm aware of it Take that fuckin' towel off your head I don't like the way you wearin' it Allah Akbar, sick of hearin' it from terrorists In our homeland, little kids poppin' Xans Walk around, skinny pants Where the fuck are mom and dad? But I'm supposed to honor that? Sorry, Honor, I object, and by object I mean, I'm comin' at your motherfuckin' neck Fuck a threat, no pretendin', bitch, I know what my gender is You think I'm offensive, I think you're too fuckin' sensitive Censor this, I don't give a fuck or a blurred middle finger You're more pussy than my little sister, get the picture? I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose Don't make me knock you off that chair, yeah Pu-pu-pu-public enemy, number one, under the gun Never seen an enemy wantin' beef, I'm runnin' from Country rap, what the fuck is that? They just point and laugh Watch me put it on my back then put it on the map You ain't Church, you ain't Demun, you ain't jelly, you ain't struggle I'ma make this simple, bitch, I'm out to get you, you in trouble I'ma end you 'fore you start, take a man, break his heart I take action, you actin', learn to play your part You a fake, you ain't strong, you a bitch, you a fraud Music that I make, make you wish you never wrote a song Run along 'fore you catch clips from the automatic I'm a savage, all you do is rap about mud and tractors It's more than that, white trash, we deserve better Redneck, hillbillies, I'ma put this shit together Don't you ever say my name I'll expose ya Close your casket faster than I closed hosiers Game over

These dirt roads ain't gold down there It's hell on earth, anything goes down here Lookin' for some holy water at the water hole But all I'm findin' is whiskey and beer And I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner to the core Searchin' like the devil, to find the Lord, yea Heaven knows I need help sometimes 'Cause I love to have a hell of a time I said, I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner, Lord save me But please pour me up a drink before you take me If you can turn water into wine I'm sure you make a hell of a shine, yea I can't help it Lord I'm sinnin' every day I need your help and I pray Amen I'm climbin' to the top of that mountain I'm tryin' to find you God Keep tryin' to be an angel, but I'm still, raisin' hell Can't make it out this world alive I just want a piece of heaven, before I die So pass me the apple pie I'm gonna drink it all down, 'til the jar goes dry Baptized in the lake of fire Should have drowned me when you could, but I'm still alive I'm comin' for your ass like a bat outta hell And you can bet I'm gonna take what's mine, oh Preacher man don't preach to me You should pull up a chair and have a drink with me You sweatin' like the devil with them lies you told You better start prayin' to save your soul, oh no I can't help it Lord I'm sinnin' every day I need your help and I pray Amen I'm climbin' to the top of that mountain I'm tryin' to find you God Keep tryin' to be an angel, but I'm still, raising hell

Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside We just fight, where you at? Come outsi-i-i-i I'm gonna rap, boom bap Y'all gonna ask "Who's that?" Motherfucker came straight from the mid-west Love me the south confederates I ain't ever heard no better shit Y'all sound a lot like Cheddar Bob You don't even know what cheddar is Probably should go and get a job? Y'all motherfuckers makin' us look bad Do this in my sleep like no look pass Lookin' like kids with a big book bag First day of school 'bout to get whoop ass You know I got a whole can of that You look gay like a fanny pack I ain't tryna hear that tranny rap This shit gon' make your granny mad This grown man shit, hold that bitch Take a photo, you know Kodak bitch? You climbin' up the wrong tree, no way down Nobody knows you in your town I show up and y'all show love You show up nobody gives a fuck Must suck to suck go chase some clout I'm up so high I'm chasin' clouds I'm a hooligan, live and die for the dangerous shit I'm a goon again, old school new scars nothin' new to them Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) Country Casanova knock the dust up off my flannel Now I do feel like a star they got me actin' like a vandal I got guards outside my house, I got drones up in the air I got cars at both my houses, never been a dealer player Yeah, the police watchin' me like T.I. back in 2010 Prolly 'cause I got an army base I'm postin' on the 'Gram Yeah, they done blocked me off my socials They done shadow banned reactors They done tried to shut my shows down, we Metallica them bastards And last year my best shit was the Range Rover song Now my homies like "Hey fuck these junky ass cars" No weed in the seat with the back filled up with top soil Then I chopped the top off, it gets rained on Mother Nature hits me up like "Damn son nice car" Yeah, that last line was a light bar No not the one on your truck I mean an actual light bar Take a photo then send that shit pop flash that photosynthesis I make weapons with words that sell, occupation wordsmithmenship I'm a hooligan, live and die for the dangerous shit I'm a goon again, old school new scars nothin' new to them Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan)

This is not a song This is not even a fucking warning I'm coming for all you mother fuckers If you diss me, I'm coming to your front door there will be no reply Le, le, le, Let me make this crystal clear This country rap ain't shit to hear Y'all ain't moved an inch in years Stuck in the mud shiftin' gears You must write your raps with crayons Hosier's got like a dozen fans Known for fucking his cousin and Talkin' shit but won't throw hands You ain't a man, you a bitch right You buddy up then you switch sides Can't get nowhere so you dick ride That's straight up, midnight Don't get me wrong tryin' to put a song But have of y'all can't write a song The other half is doin' shit, they build it up and you ruin it It's time to man up, no more bitch Why you on stage grabbin your dick Talkin' about the beers you drinking braggin' about the cans you dip You so cammo I can't see you this ammo make yo ass see through Talk tough get fucked tossed In the trunk then take that punk 'til I see you Once a hillbilly get killed really, I fuck with 'ol boy Chicken Willy It's summer time body still chilly Can't touch ya boy but you still feel me I choke a hater with Copenhagen, dope as fuck, no mistaken As far as hick-hop I hit the top, whether or not that shit's vacant Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up This is who the fuck is Just In Time This is Redneck Rave Shit motherfuckers Whatchall think I wasn't going to get on here and talk my shit Y'all sadly mother fuckin' mistaken, now check this out Y'all mother fuckers wanna talk about Y'all gonna piss on somebody's boots I got 17 motherfuckin reasons why you ain't gonna step bitch You got a motherfuckin problem When you see me Make sure your ass hop out the mutherfuckin' truck bitch Let's go! You, you, you thought I was done, no, n-n-n-no Armed to the teeth in a no gun zone Got an army with me Quit talking to me like, lights on upstairs but nobody's home Nobody's on shit, just fight me, nobody wants it, unlikely Get stomped out by redwing boots We don't do soft shit 'round her, fuck Nike You won't pull it, shot gun bullets, wreck ya whole body All I hear is a lotta bullshit, you ain't nobody Who's gonna check me, I'm waitin' Please don't test me, my patience Running out don't run ya mouth, this gun I got ain't go no safety Lord have mercy, I mean that, If I react it means Hearses Bunch of virgins, I can't fuck with these bitches weak ass verse This is curtains, show's over Not for me but for those or you who oppose the fact I just showed ya that the game is over (it's over)