Hank Hill

"Upchurch done blessed us with another one" "It's Upchurch time, y'all, I'll fuck with Upchurch the long way, um, until I don't fuck with him no more" "Yo, like the dude, like this dude has the, like, the most craziest sound ever" "Oh Lord! Like bro" "Oh-oh-oh, Upchurch done did it again" "Ryan Upchurch" "Upchurch" "Ryan Upchurch" "Upchurch" "I know your first impression is Why is there a white person with a rebel flag hood on, talkin' about being a hillbilly?" "He just, he's just, cut, he's just a country motherfucker" (Church) I can't wait to pull up at my first high school reunion I can't wait to walk up in there and not acknowledge some of them honkeys I can't wait 'til the prom queen walk up and try to score me I'ma turn her down and drive away in somethin' fuckin' foreign Duck blind for the paint, seats hunter safety orange Wallet fatter than a black and tan with bad thyroids They say I do it like a Duke boy, I do it like the Churchman Preach to the South, baptized in the country Overall wearin', Smith & Wesson in my pocket I be chewin' on tobacco and these rappers when I wanna Yeah, they heard redneck and they thought I was a idiot I got MTSU twerkin' to this psycho country shit Ain't nobody in the game like me I could really care less if the game like me I'ma still rep the dirt where the pot plants be Southern pride flags on my Cadillac limousine, son Yeah, Red Dead with the six gun (brr-rat-ta-ta) Uncle Jessie with the business (yeah) Upchurch with the last name Got the flame, Hank Hill, yeah, I'm spittin' propane Yeah, I got that gas like Koreans ownin' Citgos I keep it country, so the country has someone to flex for Who you know gettin' milli's on them crispy music viddy's Ridin' 'round in rat rods from the motherfuckin' '60s? Gettin' money like a rich bitch, spendin' that on Craigslist High on Mary Jane, gettin' tattoos with my real skins Last Mohican, tomahawkin' all my problems Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a mosh pit? Mo-mo-motherfucker, I'll be headbangin' with all the rowdy's We stay loud like Chevelle's, y'all look weirder than a Audi Slay shit, then I'm outty, my competition is pouty This hillbilly gonna getcha like Jason huntin' his momma, partner Ain't nobody in the game like me I could care less if the game likes me I'ma rep the dirt where the pot plants be With a rebel flag drippin' off my Cadillac limousine Ain't nobody in the game like me I could really care less if the game like me I'ma still rep that dirt where the pot plants be Southern pride flags on my Cadillac limousine, son Yeah, Red Dead with the six gun (brr-rat-ta-ta) Uncle Jessie with the business (yeah) Upchurch with the last name Got the flame, Hank Hill, yeah, I'm spittin' propane