Tag: Hank Hill


Upchurch – Redneck For Real Lyrics


[Intro]
Let the BandPlay

[Verse 1]
Yeah they call me a cousin f*cker, they got some shitty insults
Can’t match me on the track because I think they smokin’ bath salts
Just layin’ on that asphalt looking dingy and cracked out
This guy keep whistlin’ Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I’m the Connor McGregor of country rap, that is evident
I f*ck around and get high and release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I’m spittin’ f*ckin’ flames and don’t need kerosene to make it lit
Shit I ain’t even in a lane, I’m startin’ to build islands
Won’t you come venture in my jungle where I hang out with primates
And I ain’t even went hard ’cause ain’t nobody made me irate
My voltage at a 3, don’t make me crank it to a high 8
Pissin’ off my competition but you won’t hear me go diss ’em
‘Cause it ain’t gon’ benefit me unless their fanbase is a million
I spit .45 rounds up in my sleep, got bullet holes up in my ceilin’
My pillow soaked in black ’cause my saliva’s diamondback venom
Yeah, I could be at your feet
And you wouldn’t even f*ckin’ know ’cause you don’t play in the creek, son

[Chorus]
All I hear is some songs about trucks y’all don’t drive
With some verses ’bout hot girls you ain’t got in real life
I hear ya blowin’ black smoke but you don’t even own a diesel
I hear you’re country as they come but you ain’t hangin’ with my peeps
So put your camouflage on, take a picture with some wheels
Act like you’re workin’ hard when you ain’t even got deals
And don’t ask me for a feature, we do it different in the hills
Yeah, we some rednecks for real
(We some rednecks for real, we some rednecks for real)

(Yeah, we some rednecks for real, we some rednecks for real, we some rednecks for real)

[Verse 2]
Man I looked up to artists that turned out to be some jokes
That’s why I’m high strung like a two-stroke with a pulled out choke
Yeah wing-wing on that Yamaha, chromed out eleven hundred
So many punchlines on my album my front cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames need to purchase f*ckin’ Solarcaine
I’ll burn you like a drug, Hank Hill tryin’ to sell your ass some propane
I’m dumpin’ stolen coal through these swampy southern states
Haulin’ ten tons of ass in this f*ckin’ Church train
Blowin’ smoke through the sky yeah baby I’m that guy
Calling motherf*ckers out but their numbers don’t climb
‘Cause I won’t ever say their name even if they tried to pay me
I’m a pro at this shit these guys sound like they still in trainin’
Ain’t got no limit, ain’t half of the shit they’re sayin’
And people wonder why I jump in the pit and stay slayin’

[Chorus]
All I hear is some songs about trucks y’all don’t drive
With some verses ’bout hot girls you ain’t got in real life
I hear ya blowin’ black smoke but you don’t even own a diesel
I hear you’re country as they come but you ain’t hangin’ with my peeps
So put your camouflage on, take a picture with some wheels
Act like you’re workin’ hard when you ain’t even got deals
And don’t ask me for a feature, we do it different in the hills
Yeah, we some rednecks for real
(We some rednecks for real, we some rednecks for real)
(Yeah, we some rednecks for real, we some rednecks for real, we some rednecks for real)
(We some rednecks for real)


Belly – Mumble Rap


Uh, fuckin’ hoes that ain’t worth a cent
In homes that ain’t worth the rent
Perfect sense, this is the circus that I had to circumvent
If you fly, I’m turbulance
Murder murder, screamin’ "Fuck 12!" with a perfect 10
In these streets runnin’ ’round robbin’ every fuckin’ body like a tournament
Once the time has turned
This is the only shit I learned
I put a bridge over my pool, that’s for all the ones that burned
I hope you pick up game, it’s a pick up game, winner’s ball
Hoes annoying just like the hiccups man, that’s Biggie Smalls
Dope dick give your bitch withdrawals
Why’d you even get your bitch involved?
I’m gone off the liquor, I’m sicker than Paul
And call it, just listen, I’m twisted and raw
Pictured it all
I had to sacrifice, I feel extra blessed tonight
Yeah they slept on me, I flexed on ’em, and manifest to life

I been ridin’ through the city on my own
Only time I see myself was in this chrome
Oh man, I been gettin’ in my zone
Hearin’ everybody soundin’ like some clones
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Man I been- I been trappin’ on my own
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Okay, I need to get in my hemisphere
You interfere, start to interfere
You Richard Gere with a pretty woman, I told her look ain’t no tricks in here
Like the drugs white and the liquor clear
Reflect back, tryna make it clear
Bad luck, 7 years, and I ain’t even break a mirror
20 years just to make it here
Don’t take it there, your circles is made of squares
You shoulda been made aware
Your bitch said my face is her favorite chair
Oh God, whole squad made millions
Whole time stay real
Wonder why I can’t chill
Couldn’t even pay bills
Now it’s LA hills
And I’m the king, Hank Hill
Can’t feel, can’t stand still
I blame all these damn pills
The best shit we can’t feel
I’m signin’ NDAs, these texts like NBA deals
But envy may kill, still don’t give a fuck how they feel

I been ridin’ through the city on my own
Only time I see myself was in this chrome
Oh man, I been gettin’ in my zone
Hearin’ everybody soundin’ like some clones
[?]
Man I been- I been trappin’ on my own
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