Upchurch - Shit Bubba lyrics

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
Fit's 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

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

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

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