The Burrows

I'm from the burrows of Kentucky You should probably try to duck me Got a problem with it, go ahead, and touch me 'Cause my world can get bloody, so thorough, when I hunt The whole burrow gon' be searchin', lookin' for me The whole world tried to shun me Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy Time to turn these mu'fuckers into lunch meat They say that brighter days should be comin' Looked outside, and it ain't sunny But I like the dark, guess I'm kinda lucky The day that I make a song that they like, I know I fucked up, why? 'Cause haters love to flock to shit, that's the only way that they fly Fans of mine know I like to stir the pot a couple times Before I dine, so I let them simmer and sizzle to brine 'Cause they salty, enemies of mine are quite numerous They try to stop me, but I push them pussies, like a uterus They losin' it, make 'em act a fool, they ludicrous Every time I rap, I got them up in arms, that's humorous Punchlines for days, come find a lane, and wait I'll explain, cue the rhymes, catch a right to the face So what those glass jaws say, talkin' trash all day? Soundin' like Stone Cold's comin', with how those glass jaws break For those who have lost faith, I'm back, in fact, I'm here to stay Still cuttin' through these beats, like a hacksaw blade They want me dragged off stage, they want to cast me off away But I'll force my way into the game, until that padlock breaks I'm from the burrows of Kentucky You should probably try to duck me Got a problem with it, go ahead, and touch me 'Cause my world can get bloody, so thorough, when I hunt The whole burrow gon' be searchin', lookin' for me The whole world tried to shun me Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy Time to turn these mu'fuckers into lunch meat They say that brighter days should be comin' Looked outside, and it ain't sunny But I like the dark, guess I'm kinda lucky Lord knows that I'm a man of my word, I am not deterred If you thinkin' you can stop me with your comments Know your plan is absurd I handled the slurs, no damage incurred, stand up and learn When you come at me, I'll make you shit the bed, Amber Heard I'ma swerve all you bitches, unconcerned with all you bitches Hate is fuelin' my fire, when will you learn, all you bitches? There's a reason that you know me, but I do not know you People pay to hear my music, people put you on mute I got these hillbilly hooks and flibbity-hibbity, rap bars Hundreds thousands of yes-men, but no one puts on my song Someone correct me if I'm wrong, that's contradictory, no? Tell me that rap don't pay my bills, but I just bought a second home But y'all don't ever make sense, so that kind of makes sense Putrid smellin' motherfuckers, only time you make scents Showed up to that fucker's door, I ain't heard from him since I'll wait a couple more days, and pay him a visit again 'Cause I'm from the burrows of Kentucky You should probably try to duck me Got a problem with it, go ahead, and touch me 'Cause my world can get bloody, so thorough, when I hunt The whole burrow gon' be searchin', lookin' for me The whole world tried to shun me Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy Time to turn these mu'fuckers into lunch meat They say that brighter days should be comin' Looked outside, and it ain't sunny But I like the dark, guess I'm kinda lucky