Huck Fosier

Tom:
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This is not a song
            Em
This is not even a fucking warning
               Em                Em
I'm coming for all you mother fuckers
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If you diss me, I'm coming to your front door there will be no reply

[Verse]
N.C.
Le, le, le,
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Let me make this crystal clear
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This country rap aint shit to hear
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Y'all aint moved an inch in years
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Stuck in the mud shiftin' gears
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You must write your raps with crayons
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Hosier's got like a dozen fans
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Known for fucking his cousin and
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Talkin' shit but won't throw hands
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You aint a man, you a bitch right
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You buddy up then you switch sides
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Can't get nowhere so you dick ride
N.C.
That's straight up, midnight

[Chorus]
Em
Don't get me wrong tryin to put a song
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But have of y'all can't write a song
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The other half is doin shit, they build it up and you ruin it
     Em
It's time to man up, no more bitch

[Verse]
Em
Why you on stage grabbin your dick
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Talkin' about the beers you drinking braggin about the cans you dip
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You so cammo I can't see you this ammo make yo ass see through
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Talk tough get fucked tossed, In the trunk then take that punk til I see you
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Once a hillbilly get killed really, I fuck with 'ol boy Chicken Willy
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It's summer time body still chilly
      Em
Can't touch ya boy but you still feel me
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I choke a hater with Copenhagen, dope as fuck, no mistaken
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As far as hick-hop I hit the top, whether or not that shit's vacant

[Bridge]
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Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
N.C.
This is who the fuck is Just In Time
N.C.
This is Redneck Rave Shit motherfuckers
N.C.
Whatchall think I wasn't going to get on here and talk my shit
N.C.
Y'all sadly mother fuckin mistaken, now check this out
N.C.
Y'all mother fuckers wanna talk about
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Y'all gonna piss on somebody's boots
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I got 17 mother fuckin reasons why you aint gonna step bitch

[Chorus]
Em                              Em
You got a motha fuckin problem,
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When you see me, Make sure your ass hop out the mutha fuckin truck bitch, LET'S GO!

[Verse]
              Em
You, you, you thought I was done, no, n-n-n-no
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Armed to the teeth in a no gun zone
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Got an army with me
                         Em
Quit talking to me like, lights on upstairs but nobody's home
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Nobody's on shit, just fight me, nobody wants it, unlikely
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Get stomped out by redwing boots
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We don't do soft shit 'round her, fuck Nike
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You won't pull it, shot gun bullets, wreck ya whole body
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All I hear is a lotta bullshit, you aint nobody
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Who's gonna check me, I'm waitin
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Please don't test me, my patience
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Running out don't run ya mouth, this gun I got aint go no safety

[Outro]
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Lord have mercy, I mean that, If I react it means Hearses
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Bunch of virgins, I can't fuck with these bitches weak ass verse
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This is curtains, show's over
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Not for me but for those or you who oppose the fact
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I just showed ya that the game is over