Freshy Kanal - Paul Bunyan vs Johnny Appleseed (feat. Mr. Tibbs, Freeced) lyrics

You should’ve caught me on a different day
Unless you’re fishing logs
You should put those grippers away (Goddamn)
I’ll pull the stick and turn you into a saint
Still make a bigger splash than you
When I piss in the lake
Tell your Jiminy Cricket that you
Ain’t fit for the visit
Because he’s looking for a minister
This hillbilly isn’t
You diet’s so damn acidic you’re
Probably riddled with rickets
Instead of picking them apples you
Should be picking a clinic
You must be packed with
Ulcers you fragile loner
You’re the first pothead to
Always pass out sober christian missionary
You’re like half a soldier
That’s a culture too aggro for agriculturе
Is that a skunk on your
Goddamn hands and shoulders?
Or just your rancid odor
It really isn’t a wonder you nеver
Danced with folks and ladies pass you over
Sanctimonious, your seed is for the
Plants to grow with

I keep the field busy
But why are you talking?
Instead of getting a real Babe, you blue oxen
Unraveled all the mingling you did
Before you packed up
Broke the ice with all these people
Just to ditch them for Alaska
I’m prominent forever as a real life hero
Accomplishments you’ve ever had in
Real life: zero too big for your boots since
You were a year old
I bet they used the American flag
To clean your ear holes
Cause, you’re a stain on the nation
And I’m a national treasure
Talking pennywise
You’re nothing but an asset for terror
Yeah, I know a bad apple when I see one
Maybe branch out cause your crew’s
Up a tree stump

His people skills are criminal
He plants and bails
Afraid they’ll pull his drawers up
Past his wagon trail
He’s planting Red Delicious
Throw this man in jail
Gotta be the first time a
Stock in Apple failed
Look at little baby Johnny as
He’s trying a taste
Getting humbled by reality like a
Pie to the face
I can’t imagine all the time he’ll a-waste
Tryna' make Indiana look like
Prime real estate
No matter how many times you
Keep on bringing em back
I’ll still clear a season’s work with
Just one swing of the axe
And I ain’t tryna battle, damn
I didn’t even attack I just sneezed
Knocked this plantation clean off the map

These folks don’t wanna see you
Drag your hobnails through shrubbery
Everyone who listens to your tall
Tales looks up to me
Paul fails to trouble me, I’m living in honor
I’m not a drinking man
But, I’m about to finish this logger
Machines took our jobs and they say
The world is heating up
My trees do their best so that
The seasons keep from speeding up
But please, tell me why you blame the
Engines when you eat enough
To leave bigger carbon footprints than
A fleet of trucks your teamwork sucks
You break everything your palms touch
They must’ve asked you to bring
Insurance to the potluck
Ever since logging off
You’re pining for some sawdust
Your story ends just how it began
Paul is washed up