Charlie Rounds - CHUCKMAN lyrics

[ Intro: Father's Children ] Dirt and grime and filth inside The story of my lifetime Of cheating, stealing, never feeling Pain of brother, your dirty mother Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are, are, are, are, are, are, are (Perf...) [ Verse Intro: Charlie Rounds ] Halloween Christmas Eve Christmas Day [ Verse: Charlie Rounds ] CHUCKMAN, CHUCKMAN, CHUCKMAN, that boiii run the function I just copped a ghost, on my Flying Dutchman That boiii run the function, need no introduction You know that I'm tall, hit my dunk like Butler (JIM) I just spit that fire, mouth on eruption (BOIII) Im a Jerk, Steve Martin, Cheaper By The Dozen Mix between my boiii Kenobi, Kanye West Working on the traps, all you hit is chest Gunman, Gunman, Gunman, that boiii just ain't bluffing AK, MAC 11, tag me like a huntsman Ever since Clutch God, boiii can't stop buzzin' Shots of LEAN out your girlfriend belly bu*ton (WOO) You see my blue eyes, know I'm on my normal summon (WOO) RUNMAN, RUNMAN, RUNMAN, end up in a coffin (WOO) CHUCKMAN, CHUCKMAN, CHUCKMAN, I can feel the tension (WOO) FUNKO, FUNKO, come and peep on my collection (WOO) [Outro: Father's Children] Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are, are, are, are, are, are, are (Perfect!)