Текст песни Huck Fosier - Adam Calhoun

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 aint shit to hear
Y′all aint 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 aint 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 mother fuckin reasons why you aint gonna step bitch

You got a motha fuckin problem
When you see me
Make sure your ass hop out the mutha fuckin 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 aint 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 aint 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