Huck Fosier lyrics

[Intro: Adam Calhoun]
This is not a song
This is not even a f*ckin' warning
I'm comin' for all you motherf*ckers
If you diss me, I'm comin' to your front door
There won't be no reply

[Verse 1: Adam Calhoun]
Le-le-let me make this crystal clear
This country rap ain't sh*t 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 f*ckin' his cousin and
Talkin' sh*t but won't throw hands
You ain't a man you a b*tch, right
You buddy up and you switch sides
Can't get nowhere so you di*k ride
That's straight up, midnight
Don't get me wrong, tryin' to put us on
But half of y'all can't write a song
The other half is doin' sh*t
They build it up and you ruin it
It's time to man up, no more b*tch
Why you on stage grabbin' your di*k
Talkin' about the beers you drink
And braggin' about the cans you dip
You so camo I can't see you
This ammo make yo' ass see-through
Talk tough, get f*cked, tossed in the trunk
Then take that punk to ICU
What's a hillbilly, get killed really
I f*ck with ol' boy Chicken Willie
It's summer time buyin' still chili
Can't touch your boy but you still feel me
I'll choke a hater with Copenhagen
Dope as f*ck, no mistakin'
Far as hick-hop, I hit the top
Whether or not that sh*t's vacant
[Bridge: Who TF is Justin Time?]
Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!
This is Who The f*ck is Justin Time?
This is Redneck Rave sh*t motherf*ckers
What y'all think I wasn't gonna get on here and talk my sh*t
Y'all sadly motherf*ckin' mistaken, now check this out
Y'all motherf*ckers wanna talk about y'all gonna p*ss on somebodies boots
I've got 17 motherf*ckin' reasons why you ain't gonna step b*tch
You got a motherf*ckin' problem
When you see me, make sure yo' ass hop out that motherf*ckin' truck b*tch
Let's go

[Verse 2: Adam Calhoun]
You, you, you thought I was done though
No, no, no armed to the teeth in a no gun zone
Got an army with me, quit talkin' to me
Lights on upstairs but nobodies home
Nobodies on sh*t, just fight me
Nobody wants it, unlikely
Get stomped out by Red Wing boots
We don't do soft sh*t around here, f*ck Nike
You won't pull it, shotgun bullets wreck your whole body (Body)
All I hear is a lot of bullsh*t, you ain't nobody (Body)
Who's going to check me, I'm waitin'
Please don't test me, my patience
Runnin' out, don't run your mouth
This gun I got ain't got no safety
Lord have mercy, I mean that
If I react, it means hearses
Bunch of virgins
I can't f*ck with these b*tches weak ass verses
This is curtains, show's over
Not for me, but for those of
You who oppose the fact I just showed you
That the ‌game‌ is‌ over‌‌‌‌