Huck Fosier

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)