"Talkin' Prairie Boy" Buddy's old man is back on the booze He's swinging a driver at a big bull moose That keeps getting on the goddamn property Or so he says Cigarettes are expensive and whiskey ain't cheap And winters are bitter, but the summers are sweet And you can get some modestly priced smokes over at the Rez If you're so inclined Most of my time's spent in a big blue van Just traveling the country with a five-piece band Pick a little for the folks and sing when I can Granted, I'm sober And other days are for meant for chorin' Just workin' at the ranch to stave off boredom And keeping the calves from finding new ways to keel over Just living the dream I was cooling my heels down in Tennessee Post 82, some buddies and me And we were shooting the shit 'till we ran out of ammunition Some dude overheard from across the room And instead of minding his own, he'd just as soon Sit down next to us and join in on the conversation Brought over some kinda beer Something called a I-P-A East Nashville kid in a cowboy hat And he couldn't tell a shoe lace from a lariat And the furthest West he'd ever been is Ohio He's talking at me, says he's looking for work And he don't mind getting some dirt on his shirt And would I be so kind as to hire him on, well, oh, my oh Surprised he didn't bring a resume He said but if you're doing fence, then I ain't for hire And if you're doing hay, then frankly, I wouldn't conspire To ask me about doing that either I said, "What are ya good for?" And he said, "Plenty" I could see this conversation wasn't going any which way And figured I'd do well just to leave here "So long buddy" "You can keep your IPAs" Yeah, this city life has sure got me tired And it's hard for a prairie boy to admire all the Concrete and the towering skyscrapers So just as soon as I'm able to find my hat I believe I'll leave and head on back home Where the tallest buildings are all grain elevators Long gone to Saskatchewan Yeah, I'm outta this place and bound for the farm And I'm not taking no greenhorn along I have a hard enough time just keeping track of myself But if you're down in Nashville, and you're trying to look cool But ya can't tell a pretty palomino from a mule Take my advice and leave the buckaroo hat on the shelf

Skippin' cracks in the sidewalk Kickin' cracks in my head Keep on stickin' to my block Stuck on a loop I got bones in my backyard So I stay shut up in my house Got a five for a high card Got a gun in case I gotta go out Talkin' to myself about it Talkin' to myself I didn't mean to go on about it Lookin' at cats on the corner Pills in the kitchen for my cough Bad shit goin' down on the border Bad brain don't ever turn off

Yo Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, come on, come on, come on Listen, listen, listen Yo Every time I rhyme, I'll be spitting with the vision I'll be flying over your head just like a pigeon I don't write it, I come off the head with these things I take flight, setting like a pigeon spreading his wings I'm about to lift off, yeah Taking off from the ground Rapping for underground Letting this thunder bound Come around, spit the bar Hit you hard, listen quick Falling on top of your head Just like pigeon shit H Mack, man I lock into the pocket Once I get it moving, man There ain't no way to stop it I see the future like a profit I know what's coming And every time I'm rapping I got every body runnin' Oh, I'm about to bust off, yeah In this other rappers, yo, I trust not Whenever they be rhyming, I say, just stop I'm in my element like pigeon by the bus stop, yeah Eating on the bread crumbs I flow off the head, son Thinking that you on my level, you gonn' end up dead son This is how it has to be, my rapping level mastery I never do this thing right here too casually Y'all know they're coming after me to stop me I'm the freestyle innovator Yeah, rappers this trapped up in the simulator Oh, every single day I'm living, I be straight improving They are trapped up in a simulator, the world's an illusion H Mack I go ham Who could beat me? no man I'm up in the simulator so get with the program Come right off the top with sweet bars, I beat hard In fact, I leave rappers trapped in the VR Universe when I spew a verse I kick sick as raps here I'm futuristic like the simulators in Black Mirror So check the show out I'm on my flow route Is 'bout to go down I will astound, I'm a killer clown I'ma spill it now Got you all laughing, spitting with passion I'm making it happen Getting it crackin' As a matter of fact When I be rhyming Yo, you know that I got crazy haters So much over over-beats I bring more heat than radiators H Mack, man I go up on the skin just like a splinter Necessary like a radiator in the winter Yeah, and the way that I'm creating over beats You can feel my mental radiating heat Yo, my brain is storming I'm performing, this is a warning I'm adorned with plenty titles Rap recital, shit is vital I'ma smash this Shout the chick in the green sweater with the glasses H Mack, y'all know when I rhyme, I gotta run for words When I tapped in you was overhead with the comforter I was like "Hey yo, I'm 'bout to start throwing strum" But there's a blanket over his head and something's going on Hey, yo, the girl had the palm over your head like a basketball When I first saw it, I had to laugh at y'all Then I say, hum "Excuse me, can I rap for y'all?" Now I'm like Katrina hurricane I cause disaster, yo I get it popping, I'm never stopping When I be rhyming, y'all know I'm locked in I do this for the club rise above, rock and subs Y'all said pigeon but I'm rapping peace, so they call me dove Rocking for my people bars, a lethal sharpest needle Matter of fact I have no equal If I take fight, I'm an eagle And I've been rhyming 'til I'm bored I'm leaving every other rapper in this fucking industry apart I'm fully evolved, in fact, I never stop When I rhyme, I give you more hardcore I swore like Hawks Yeah, this shit gets scary 'Cause nowadays when I hope up on Omegle, they are like, "Is your name Henry?" Heh, and whenever I'm spitting, "Yes, I is the man" He was like, "I think I follow you on Instagram" Go ahead an kick a bar then Let the rappers hungry but see their remake, they're starving I really am a martian, I'm good with this rapping Shout the homie watching leaning in, I see your black ring Yeah, the exact thing I noticed I help to keep you focused They go crazy, this rappers sitting in the chair Something like the baby on the painting on the wall behind your heads Yeah, every time I rhyme I keep on spitting 'til I'm dead Oh, hey yo! Y'all know I'm 'bout to drive 'em truly mad I got patterns like the white and blue plaid The checkerboard up on the chair, making y'all aware I never prepare when I be rhyming I'm getting it cracking just like a snare I'm doing my thing, they're loving the energy that I'ma gon' bring When I be rhyming y'all know that I'm shining or something like playing Every Mack I'll make a necklace You know I get reckless, I'm rapping from here after Texas I'm moving too fast, hey Every time that I rap, I'ma get you off your ass, now check it The bars I deliver is done with the passion This here is the moment for your crazy ass reaction, lets-

Wonder did you make this? Told em' bring gas we can smoke (We can smoke) I'm trying to get high and just boast (Just boast) Hoes outside here want to drive the boat (Drive the boat) Niggas mad we ain't let em' in the door (Fuck nigga) Don't need to write it down we just go (We just go) Now they see I'm living how I'm supposed (How I'm posed) New tidal wave arriving on the coast (New wave) Ain't some you can ride bitch hope you bought you float (Hope you bought your fucking float) This a new wave nigga can't catch (Uh huh) Got some new drip inside my flesh (My flesh) Dip through Texas then blew into the west (Through Texas) Lil mama mad wouldn't give her no sex (Lil bitch) Bitch nigga hating will pull up where you at (Fuck nigga) That boy sharp he'll knock you out in a sec Go ape shit rushing to a check (I go ape shit) Man I go ape shit rushing to a check (To a check) Why these lame niggas be so pressed (Why hate) See I'm shining more I done walked each step (I done walked) See I'm grinding more I want it each breathe (I'm grinding) She don't want me but with the dick she obsessed (Obsessed) They mad I took off a soon as I left (Soon as I) I got 3 rolled to smoke away your stress (I got 3) I got hoes that'll turn this night into your best (I got hoes) Party all night fuck it we don't rest (Fuck it) Shoutout my dawgs everywhere we been through it yes Now we up, man Fuck whoever not us, fam I bet again we won't be stuck, jam Gone pour her two shots of the henn There she go back at it again Sliding down the pole giving looks then she go turn her face back to her friends Told em' bring gas we can smoke (We can smoke) I'm trying to get high and just boast (Just boast) Hoes outside here wanna drive the boat (Drive the boat) Niggas mad we ain't let em' in the door (Fuck nigga) Don't need to write it down we just go (We just go) Now they see I'm living how I'm supposed (How I'm posed) New tidal wave arriving on the coast (New wave) Ain't some you can ride bitch I hope you bought ya float (Hope you bought your fucking float) This a new wave nigga can't catch (Uh huh) Got some new drip inside my flesh (My flesh) Dip through Texas then blew into the west (Through Texas) Lil mama mad wouldn't give her no sex (Lil bitch) Bitch nigga hating will pull up where you at (Fuck nigga) That boy sharp he'll knock you out in a sec Go ape shit rushing to a check (I go ape shit) Man I go ape shit rushing to a check (To a check) Put these size 9 boots to your chest (Size 9) I ain't letting up not just yet (Fuck no) Watch how I turn this coupe to a fucking jet (Vrrrm) Just stepped in I ain't even break a sweat Come get your hoe she all up on my neck (Get back) I ain't touch the little bitch she already wet (Gahdamn) She heard I be rapping and want to get some dick (Uh uh) Nah, nah, nah you can't get nun of that (Sike) I'm here tryna get bags and cash You learn and still spend it fast Somehow it seem to boomerang back Ain't tripping the hundreds safe in a stash My bitch she gotta be bad With a fat ass and thighs to match Still, never get attached Damn I go ape shit when I'm in the stu' with the pack Run that bitch off like I'm Dak