[Hook: Chutch McGillicutty]
It's the return of the Chutch
Return of the Chutch (he's back)
Return of the Chutch (and he's strapped)
It's the return of the Chutch
[Verse 1: Chutch McGillicutty]
I done drank too much, throwing up black
But I'm glad to be back
I just smoked some crack as a matter of fact
f** food, d** is my only snack
And big b**bs, your b**hes rack
On this vicious rap I attack all politicians
Republic*nts or Democraps
I got a mission to f** yall up with my demo raps
Then go fishing, drink a six pack of Pabst
My past filled with bad decisions and lots of laughs
My future, probably prison tryin' to stack cash
But I don't give a f** what's coming up cause I'm back
It's the return of the Chutch
[Verse 2: Chutch McGillicutty]
Return of the Chutch
Out of a rut in a rush
Just wanna bust a nut inside the cut of a s*ut
With bigger b**bs, fishnets and stripper boots
Landing strip if I had to choose
At the strip club, it's all nude
This b**h's p**y looks tight, but you know she loose
Get her in my ride and get head while we cruise
Confirmation, touchdown
I win, you lose
Ain't ya heard the news
Chutch is back
It's the return of the Chutch now
It's the return of the Chutch, wow
Talking about himself in third person
Motherf**er's crazy (Crazy as hell)
[Verse 3: Chutch McGillicutty]
It's the return of the Chutch
I don't give a f**
Luck has nothing to do with it
It'll ruin it
Howl at the moon a bit
Like a lunatic
I'm a dog
I bring it ruff, ruff, raw
Girl take my paw
While I take off your bra
I'mma break ya off
While we listen to Tim McGraw
Indian Outlaw
Grinning till I fall
Are you friends with me or enemies
All yall can s** my balls and die
In your sleep or wide awake
And either way I'll be slangin' my tapes at your wake
[Hook: Chutch McGillicutty]
It's that return of the Chutch
It's the return of the Chutch
It's the, It's the return of the Chutch
[Verse 4: Chutch McGillicutty]
I got the Midas touch
It'll make the girls blush
Get flushed, and f**
They all love me like a grade school crush
After just one brush with the back of my hand
My life's a beach, sitting in the sand, getting tan
Your life's a b**h, buried in debt to the man
f** Uncle Sam, I don't give a damn
Is that a gram? (yes it is)
[Hook: Chutch McGillicutty]
It's the, It's the return of the Chutch
(It's the return of the Chutch, It's the return of the Chutch)
It's the, It's the, It's the return of the Chutch
[Verse 5: Chutch McGillicutty]
This game is crippled
I'm here to kick out the crutch
Blow it up like a thermobaric missile
Turn your brain to mush
I don't cause ripples
I make tsunami
Wreck your spot
Like Ronnie
Lott, in my drop top
Girls see me and their tops drop
Them big natural knockers you got
Are some real jaw droppers, dear God
Got me gawking like a stalker
Oh sh**, I just clipped a clitty copper
U-turn, empty my clip, I pop her
Drop her real proper
I'm a chart-topper, a show stopper
Get more critical acclaim than that movie Hurt Locker
You just a lame b**h and a co*k blocker
I put your neck to the whirling blades of a chopper
Another early grave, ain't no shocker
You dead
Then I kick around your head playing soccer
R.I.P Dennis Hopper
Your d**h was real sad
But this ain't about you, it's about Chad
It's the return of the Chutch