Demun Jones, Upchurch - The Oven lyrics
[Demun Jones, Upchurch - The Oven lyrics]
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven and watch it grow
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven and lock the door
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven we'll watch it go
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven and lock the door
Patty cake, patty cake
How many country rappers fake
The numbers off the chart
It'd take an Asian kid to calculate
Calibrate recalibrate until it's fine tuned
'Cause you don't want to see the
Straw hat at high noon
This ain't no get it back
Buck your shit sucks
New trucks
Lift kit's ain't gonna cut it bro
If you ain't never swam through the
Shallow creek and ran barefeet
Through the woods it's all good
But please don't speak
If you never picked a switch
To get your ass beat
You shouldn't try to fit your little
Bitty shoes on my feet
When we was in that little
Shack with the paint chippin'
Before the 95 thousand brick stack sittin'
On the hill right next door to reet
We was picked on for being poor
Never accused to be rich
No suspicion of success said
We wouldn't be shit
Now I'm a pillar in these parts
A mid point of the tent
Drop the Jones County on them
Yeah they increased rent then
Property values soar boy I want my percent
I'm mean muggin' with my arms crossed
Puffin' a cigar
You know I never rest 'til heart
Of Georgia's on the radar
Cardiac arrest, stand clear, we got a pulse
Started from the bottom now check the result
'Cause this cracker ass cracker
Ain't scared of not one wack rapper
Boy I take 'em to church woo
Yeah, throw it in the oven
Crank it a thousand degrees
In the middle of the farm around
A bunch of dried out leaves
And watch me stand in the middle
With a microphone in a tree
And spit that backwoods fire
I'm on my Gatlinburg shit
I'm in the trees with the only demon
I talk to in the industry
Everything we put out's carved
In weeping willow history
To go and get bigger for every
Inch of country rap to see
Hiroshima with the impacts
Yeah they know about me overseas
That's why my bank account got like
Five different kinds of currency
I gotta iTunes check and camo
Wrap my Lamborghini G
Don't give a fuck if my rhymes hit
Hard like a round from a musket
And if you hear I'm aimin' for ya
You better go hide and duck it
There ain't no respawning from heat
Like this is X-Box Live
I'm going cannibal mode and eatin'
Your whole team alive
Call me coyote church
With thick blood in my fur
I blew up so fuckin' fast the first
Year of my career is a blur
So I gotta watch my back but I
Know there's people that got me
Shoutout to my second home
Middle Georgia and Jones County
Demun if you need me go
Ahead and make that call
You know I'll be the grim reaper
If you need me dog
Haha
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven and watch it grow
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven and lock the door
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven we'll watch it go
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven and lock the door
Throw it in the oven and watch it grow
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven and lock the door
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven we'll watch it go
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven and lock the door
Patty cake, patty cake
How many country rappers fake
The numbers off the chart
It'd take an Asian kid to calculate
Calibrate recalibrate until it's fine tuned
'Cause you don't want to see the
Straw hat at high noon
This ain't no get it back
Buck your shit sucks
New trucks
Lift kit's ain't gonna cut it bro
If you ain't never swam through the
Shallow creek and ran barefeet
Through the woods it's all good
But please don't speak
If you never picked a switch
To get your ass beat
You shouldn't try to fit your little
Bitty shoes on my feet
When we was in that little
Shack with the paint chippin'
Before the 95 thousand brick stack sittin'
On the hill right next door to reet
We was picked on for being poor
Never accused to be rich
No suspicion of success said
We wouldn't be shit
Now I'm a pillar in these parts
A mid point of the tent
Drop the Jones County on them
Yeah they increased rent then
Property values soar boy I want my percent
I'm mean muggin' with my arms crossed
Puffin' a cigar
You know I never rest 'til heart
Of Georgia's on the radar
Cardiac arrest, stand clear, we got a pulse
Started from the bottom now check the result
'Cause this cracker ass cracker
Ain't scared of not one wack rapper
Boy I take 'em to church woo
Yeah, throw it in the oven
Crank it a thousand degrees
In the middle of the farm around
A bunch of dried out leaves
And watch me stand in the middle
With a microphone in a tree
And spit that backwoods fire
I'm on my Gatlinburg shit
I'm in the trees with the only demon
I talk to in the industry
Everything we put out's carved
In weeping willow history
To go and get bigger for every
Inch of country rap to see
Hiroshima with the impacts
Yeah they know about me overseas
That's why my bank account got like
Five different kinds of currency
I gotta iTunes check and camo
Wrap my Lamborghini G
Don't give a fuck if my rhymes hit
Hard like a round from a musket
And if you hear I'm aimin' for ya
You better go hide and duck it
There ain't no respawning from heat
Like this is X-Box Live
I'm going cannibal mode and eatin'
Your whole team alive
Call me coyote church
With thick blood in my fur
I blew up so fuckin' fast the first
Year of my career is a blur
So I gotta watch my back but I
Know there's people that got me
Shoutout to my second home
Middle Georgia and Jones County
Demun if you need me go
Ahead and make that call
You know I'll be the grim reaper
If you need me dog
Haha
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven and watch it grow
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven and lock the door
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven we'll watch it go
Throw it in the oven
Throw it in the oven and lock the door