Upchurch, DJ Cliffy D - Captain Hookless lyrics

[Upchurch, DJ Cliffy D - Captain Hookless lyrics]

I'm a mixup of hip-hop and rock & roll
Doin' burnouts through the country like my
Wheels spinnin' on cruise control
Not a role model but my model rolls
I done passed the finish line and kept
Goin' 'til my engine block blows
Tennessee slick, cornbread hick
Drive a Harley like a outlaw 'til
Both of my wheels don't grip
Catch me in a field by myself
With a Smith & Wesson
And I'm humble but will still make you
Look like a jug of busted wine
I made myself dope
Don't nobody gotta be my streamline
Don't talk about numbers with me
Unless you already seen mine if rap was DNA
On the strand I'd be all the еnzymes
My shit's so complex
My end rhymеs don't end right or on time
Lyrics still broken down in the end times
So, when I'm flyin' cars my kids fly
They'll be makin' Church dimes
Dixieland champ and we ain't ever scared
Southern millionaire
Still drive a truck with no cold air
Baby blue Bonanza, confederate bandana
Black American flag 'cause I ain't
With all of the propaganda
Still smack a beach like
Two flip-flops in Tampa
Walkin' maps in Mountain Dew pajamas
Sleep on me I'll see ya, I wish you wood
Like cedar they outdated like morse code and
Soundin' like a beeper
Most these rappers closet tweakers
No OG's just OD's and assholes gettin' paper
That don't even know these old streets
So, don't pardon me for
Bein' aggressively savage i'm on my Titan
Shit if I pen a sword I
Cut the tracks and do damage
Spittin' acid rain, your ass is grass
I'm Captain Planet
Wake up goin' hard, I spit solo
Flames up out my dick, oh dammit
Feel like it's me and
Y'all versus analog camoflauge
Bunch of yeeyees in a Dodge sinkin'
Deep down in a pond used to be nothin'
I was the one that got picked on
Now I got Peach in my castle
Your bitch look like Bowser, dog
Treadin' in hot lava
You won't have feet to get cold
Up-motherfuckin'-church and Cashville won't
Get old beat the game like a mad
Dad smashin' his son's Nintendo
Better duck when I'm huntin'
I'm firin' it up-tempo
Even if the pistol's orange and has a cord
My imaginary bullets can still
Puncture your skull
I'll use it as an ashtray like a uncontact
The tribe
The guys that hate on me would suck
A dick if I click subscribe
They love me so much
Shootin' arrows like Cupid
Writin' Valentines and recitin' 'em cutely
Leakin' gender fluid
Hip-hop has been ruined by bright
Colors and fantasy livin'
Suprised 69 ain't gave you a anuerysm
Y'all confused like Honda emblems
Superglued to the front and back
Of a Chevy prism you ain't sellin' shizzle
My just kiddin'
I run around the Ville but you
Won't ever catch me slippin'
Black muscle car, bangin', I be on my Grizzly
Dip the same thing and I
Spit it out the window
Fuckin' with me get you overcooked
Hit the mega-rim like Danny Way, I'm
Grindin' on your head, bitch
You over crooked
You write a song, I just wrote a book
I'm the Captain of this boat but
This time I forgot the hook

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