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Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun
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Adam Calhoun
Adam Calhoun
Songwriter
Eric Kewitz
Eric Kewitz
Songwriter

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I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose Don't make me knock you off of that chair, yeah You gon' do what to who? Nigga, you ain't nothin', dude Shit, he say, "Nigga?" Yeah, I did, nigga, fuck you Oh, I can't say that? But you can say that? Black lives matter, and every white dude is racist I like country and rap, they say I can't I say I can, hold up, matter of fact I'm sayin', listen Racism is at an all-time high in America I don't judge people by their color I just judge them on their character Who wrote? You know, I know how to get it in Dawg, Cujo, you know, you just on that kitten, shit Large, I'm livin', you ain't in charge I'm givin' you three seconds 'fore I lose my temper Stomp your head in Oh, my God, aggression, fuck, yeah, I'm American Sometimes arrogant, I'm aware of it Take that fuckin' towel off your head I don't like the way you wearin' it Allah Akbar, sick of hearin' it from terrorists In our homeland, little kids poppin' Xans Walk around, skinny pants Where the fuck are mom and dad? But I'm supposed to honor that? Sorry, Honor, I object, and by object I mean, I'm comin' at your motherfuckin' neck Fuck a threat, no pretendin', bitch, I know what my gender is You think I'm offensive, I think you're too fuckin' sensitive Censor this, I don't give a fuck or a blurred middle finger You're more pussy than my little sister, get the picture? I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose Don't make me knock you off that chair, yeah Pu-pu-pu-public enemy, number one, under the gun Never seen an enemy wantin' beef, I'm runnin' from Country rap, what the fuck is that? They just point and laugh Watch me put it on my back then put it on the map You ain't Church, you ain't Demun, you ain't jelly, you ain't struggle I'ma make this simple, bitch, I'm out to get you, you in trouble I'ma end you 'fore you start, take a man, break his heart I take action, you actin', learn to play your part You a fake, you ain't strong, you a bitch, you a fraud Music that I make, make you wish you never wrote a song Run along 'fore you catch clips from the automatic I'm a savage, all you do is rap about mud and tractors It's more than that, white trash, we deserve better Redneck, hillbillies, I'ma put this shit together Don't you ever say my name I'll expose ya Close your casket faster than I closed hosiers Game over
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