Hank Williams Jr. Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah you feel me?
Young Ugly God
I wanna let y'all know I'm on a kill streak for having the worst freestyles
So I'm gonna continue this kill streak
Keep it goin', let's keep it goin'
Cook, I rap about some country sh*t too?
Whatever you wanna do
Ugly God is here, Cruz show, power 106
Huh, ayy, this that, this that real country sh*t right here
Yeah
Ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Okay I'm ridin' on my horse
I can't talk, I'm hoarse
I might f*ck your b*tch, it's not forced
And I spit flames like a torch
Red on my shirt
My pockets got dirt, huh
See that b*tch, I flirt, huh
I'm sellin' that work, huh
I'm flippin' them bricks, huh
I'm hittin' them licks, huh
I'm lickin' them tits, huh
I'm freakin' your b*tch, ayy
And I'm in the country
And I got him in the front seat
I might eat her booty like lunch meat
I might punch him if he touch me
Yeehaw, yeehaw, yeehaw, yeehaw