CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Huck Fosier Part 2
Four years in the in the making you little b*t*h
Cannon, Cannon
We had to bring you back from the dead just to kill you again
Yeah
It's time to set the record straight, original with everything
Never copy sh*t and I don't need a fake country twang
Here's what they been waitin' on, me to diss the gin you on
Talk about the things you did 'cause Hosier's just a little b*t*h
Talkin' sh*t up on your phone, livin' in your homie's home
Flexin' money but you're broke, I flattened out that bumpy road
Bend him on my knee, get the belt, whip they a**es
'Cause I fathered half these country rappers, claimed 'em on my taxes
Cu-cut your head off like you came from Sleepy Hollow
You jacked my whole style so your image really borrowed
You'll do anything for some likes and some follows
You can't spit for sh*t so it's obvious you swallow
So mother f**k a hand out, did this on my own son
These rappers hella fake so it's time to expose ya
Shotgun in your name but you don't know how to hold one
Rappin' 'bout square bodies, you don't even own one
F**k Johnny Cashville that fat f**kin' fake
Adam came to Nashville and you ain't showed face
Just a washed up rapper that never f**kin' made it
Makin' money from another rapper that really made it
And here's to Tyler Simmons, just another racist
Pu**y boy your man card revoked by all races
You told a black man you'd hang 'em on the cross
When Stallion sees you you're cathin' bullets like you're Randy Moss
Cleezyana Jones he really loves to run his mouth
But he won't talk about the time I showed up to his town
On your Overtime Tour we was supposed to throw down
But your so damn gangster, caught the flu and called out (Pu**y)
But now it's back to Hosier, how the hell you call yourself a man?
You said no one could expose ya, I went diggin' in your past
This is where it's serious, people get the facts
That in reality, you're just a dead beat f**kin' dad
Cannon, Cannon
We had to bring you back from the dead just to kill you again
Yeah
It's time to set the record straight, original with everything
Never copy sh*t and I don't need a fake country twang
Here's what they been waitin' on, me to diss the gin you on
Talk about the things you did 'cause Hosier's just a little b*t*h
Talkin' sh*t up on your phone, livin' in your homie's home
Flexin' money but you're broke, I flattened out that bumpy road
Bend him on my knee, get the belt, whip they a**es
'Cause I fathered half these country rappers, claimed 'em on my taxes
Cu-cut your head off like you came from Sleepy Hollow
You jacked my whole style so your image really borrowed
You'll do anything for some likes and some follows
You can't spit for sh*t so it's obvious you swallow
So mother f**k a hand out, did this on my own son
These rappers hella fake so it's time to expose ya
Shotgun in your name but you don't know how to hold one
Rappin' 'bout square bodies, you don't even own one
F**k Johnny Cashville that fat f**kin' fake
Adam came to Nashville and you ain't showed face
Just a washed up rapper that never f**kin' made it
Makin' money from another rapper that really made it
And here's to Tyler Simmons, just another racist
Pu**y boy your man card revoked by all races
You told a black man you'd hang 'em on the cross
When Stallion sees you you're cathin' bullets like you're Randy Moss
Cleezyana Jones he really loves to run his mouth
But he won't talk about the time I showed up to his town
On your Overtime Tour we was supposed to throw down
But your so damn gangster, caught the flu and called out (Pu**y)
But now it's back to Hosier, how the hell you call yourself a man?
You said no one could expose ya, I went diggin' in your past
This is where it's serious, people get the facts
That in reality, you're just a dead beat f**kin' dad
