Upchurch – Shit Bubba lyrics

[Verse 1]
Got my truck nuts swingin', diesel fuel filled up
Copenhagen in a can, black coffee in a cup
Six string in the back, .30-30 in the glass
And if you don't like that you can kiss my country ass
Fits right in some blue cut dark blues
Goin' way out where them boys make deer stew
Playin' with some Tannerite bonfire on a fog night
Four wheels spinnin' 'til the drive shaft falls out
Let me get a hell yeah, let me get a hell nah
Guns gonna stay, rebel flag on the front porch
Supported if it's us, red, white to the old blue
Creek squad shit, runnin' round with no tennis shoes
Spittin' that fire like I got a whiskey rhythm
I've been hidin' in the woods now I'm comin' just to kill 'em
Yeah, these boys better duck 'cause I'm buildin' me a dynasty
I got that hot shit like a liquor store in Tennessee

[Chorus]
Shit bubba, you better get your shit straight
I stay comin' out the sticks in the mid state
The creek's saw you in the water with the moccasin
Your times up, ain't no use in clockin' in
Shit bubba, shit, shit bubba
Shit bubba, you better get your shit straight
Shit bubba, shit, shit bubba
Shit bubba

[Verse 2]
Talk shit, get hit, keep talkin' get shot
Got forty-five bullets in the .45 box
Got blood on my arms 'cause I stay slittin' deers' throats
To my Jason Vorhees, blood on my trench coat
Too hillbilly for a magazine centerfold
Good, fuck a magazine I'd rather watch a movie, bro
John Wayne, Tombstone, Die Hard, Rambo
Don't Be A Menace sippin' shine down a back road
To hell about my clothes I ain't rockin' nothing special
Women dress up, boy, I just wear what's in the dresser
Pretty boys nowadays give a shit about their eyebrows
I'm droppin' transmissions poppin' wheelies on your lifestyle
Giddy up bitch need a fucking Seabiscuit
People callin' me the cracker shit I'm better than a Triscuit
Got my neck on the line but hell I'm willin' to risk it
I'm that redneck bitch, and heavily well connected

[Chorus]
Shit bubba, you better get your shit straight
I stay comin' out the sticks in the mid state
The creek's saw you in the water with the moccasin
Your times up, ain't no use in clockin' in
Shit bubba, shit, shit bubba
Shit bubba, you better get your shit straight
Shit bubba, shit, shit bubba
Shit bubba