Upchurch - Bad Mutha f**a lyrics

(Let the band play) (Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad) Y’all motherf**ers ready? You know how I do sh** (Yeah) It’s the church, Upchurch (You know what is, yeah) My mama said I was rebel the day I’s born Midnight in Nashville in the thundering hailstorm And I grew up ’bout them muscle cars, music and d** Daddy had some felonies, but still he taught me the stuff Now I’m the same way, f** the rules, load my pistol where you at Got crazy papers in my wallet, not afraid to k** your a** The only thing I fear is my mama and Jesus If you messing with my kin you might get chopped up in pieces My grandma pa**ed away but taught me about handling business So don’t make me shove that resin in your forehead creases I bust your head, casket open, have your whole block leaking Yeah, I’m redneck, ratchet and pop off with no reason ‘Cause I’m a bad motherf**er, beating meth I’m with a rusty buck-knife, coming for y’alls necks ‘Cause I’m a bad motherf**er, bad motherf**er, bad, bad Bad motherf**er, bad motherf**er, bad bad (‘Cause I’m a) Bad motherf**er, beating meth With a rusty buck-knife, coming for y’alls necks ‘Cause I’m a bad motherf**er, bad motherf**er, bad, bad Bad motherf**er, bad motherf**er, bad bad (I’m a) bad motherf**er, better hide your chick from all my shelves I show up with ’bout 30 bikers, ripped up jeans and tattoos Though my attitude is cold like d**h ain’t nothing but a f**ing bump Burning rubber on that 40, watch me as I smoke this skunk Stink so bad ’cause I’m the sh**, ain’t got no friends ’cause I’m the realest Got a style ain’t no one stealing, f** these rappers we are’t pregnant Now my boys, my trust to sling ’em, got contacts in my phone fo’ sho’ Tahoe full of white boys that ain’t scared to come kick down your door With my hillbilly sh** till my hair turn grey like metal on that .45 I’m a Tennessee redneck through my music, sh** you know I’m down to ride Got slick bars like a new jail, crew with me that’s nationwide Only rapper in this game now like a pimp with mud on the 4-wheel drive ‘Cause I’m a bad motherf**er, beating meth I’m with a rusty buck-knife, coming for y’alls necks ‘Cause I’m a bad motherf**er, bad motherf**er, bad bad Bad motherf**er, bad motherf**er, bad bad (‘Cause I’m a) Bad motherf**er, beating meth With a rusty buck-knife, coming for y’alls necks ‘Cause I’m a bad motherf**er, bad motherf**er, bad bad Bad motherf**er, bad motherf**er, bad bad (Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad) (Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad) (Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad) (Bad, bad, bad) Bad motherf**er