Huck Fosier

This is not a song

This is not even a fuckin' warning

I'm coming for all you motherfuckers

If you diss me, I'm coming to your front door

There will be no reply

L-l-l-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, shifting gears

You must write your raps with crayons

Hosier's got like a dozen fans

Known for fuckin' his cousin and

Talking shit but won't throw hands

You ain't a man, you a bitch, right

You buddy up and you switch sides

Can't get nowhere so you dick ride

That's straight up midnight

Don't get me wrong, trying to put us on

But half 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 bitchin'

Why you on stage grabbing your dick?

Talking about the beers you drink

And bragging about the cans you dip

You so camo, I can't see you

This ammo make your ass see through

Talk tough, get tossed in the trunk

Then take that punk to ICU

What's a hillbilly getting killed really

I fuck with old boy Chicken Willy

It's summer time but I'm still chilly

Can't touch you boy, but you still feel me

I'll choke a hater with Copenhagen

Dope as fuck, no mistaking

Far as hick-hop, I hit the top

Whether or not that shit's vacant

Hold up, hold up, hold up

This is who the fuck is just in time

This redneck red shit, motherfucker

What ya'll think I wasn't going to get on here and talk my shit?

Y'all sadly motherfuckin' mistaken

Now check this out

Y'all motherfuckers want to talk about y'all going to piss on somebody boots

I got 17 motherfuckin' reasons why you ain't going to step bitch

You got a motherfuckin' problem

When you see me

Make sure your ass hop out that motherfuckin' truck bitch

Let's go

Y-y-you thought I was done though

N-n-no harm to the teeth in a no gun zone

Got an army with me, quit talking to me

Lights on upstairs but nobody's home

Nobody's on shit

Just like me

Nobody wants it

Unlikely

Get stomped out by red wing boots

We don't do soft shit 'round here, fuck Nike

You won't pull it, shotgun bullets wreck your whole body

All I hear is a lot of bullshit, you ain't nobody

Who's going to check me

I'm waiting, please don't test me

My patience running out, don't run your mouth

This gun ain't got no safety

Lord have mercy

I mean that if I react it means hearsts

Bunch of virgins

I can't fuck with these bitch's weak ass verses

This is curtains

Show's over

Not for me but those of you

Who oppose the fact I just showed you

That the game is over