Upchurch - Cargo Head lyrics

Captain, nothing seems to be
Appearing on the radar i don't see it
Upchurch is not a rapper so
That was like beating
Up uh, uh, that was like uh, that was
Like literally a basketball player
Winning in the
Special Olympics Laugh and then bragging
You can't really brag about beating
Upchurch in a battle
Church, Church, Church, Church

Hey fuckboy if I fuck you anymore
You'll be my fuck toy
Groupies in an Uproar 'cause we
Ain't on the same floor
Go ahead and call me gay
We know I make you butt sore
Sweaty and played out just like a cheap and
Rugged hump whore in a dump boy
What you wantin' dehydrated


Prick? Thirsty bitch
This is why I drive a fuckin' hearse and shit
Every verse you spit ain't
Got enough turbulence
To even make me shake or twitch
You shoulda been a white
Girl you basic trick
Kick flip to the X-Game review my own roast
Yeah he mad I forgot his stupid ass name
Cremation of a artist
I'll put his ashes in my pen
I'll make sure my next album your rap
Name and chart higher than you kid
Mr blue Jean Face, corduroy, overalls
Hunter green crocs curb stompin'
Your glass jaw into the asphalt
Sayin' I ain't a rapper
You done lost your mind
That's why when you look at paper all
You jot down is beginner lines
Don't hang on your own word
You're self proclaimed in battle
I'm a Mewtwo you're a Bulbasaur faggot
Yeah I'm pro with the racket
You look like Adidas models
You ain't got not gas
I'm still layin' on the throttle
Wing wing on that Yamaha
Career chromed way out
I'm flyer than the zipper on
My own damn jeans pal
I would say "back down" but that's a
Code for Munfu and his mouth
And as to how we roll hashtag pussy burnout
Hey gummi worm head, Sister Act lookin' ass
Sunday school skippin' 'cause you scared
Of Church flames now
Son I got that southern twang
Like gravy on a biscuit
Your crew look like some skinny
Hoes with girly hand movements
Is that an MC with bars or
A gypsy hippy readin' Tarot cards?
With a camouflage scarf on
What the fuck y'all nose ring like Rihanna
Dry skin give him some water
I'ma have a baby just so you
Can rap battle my daughter
Yeah you went the wrong way
GPS the nearest Exxon
Before this hillbilly does a hex
To get you flexed on i'm worldwide
My legal name is endin' with a dot com
I'm up beside the church
Top flite with the God bars
I meant to say gold but I took the L out
Your rap sheet look like Tetris
You got too many shapes now
Here's your third 90 degree angle
You're startin' to build a hut now
An L from Clou9 and T-Rev damn build a castle
Dissin' you ain't even fun, competition weak
I made my records last week for 2023
And here you are still cryin'
'bout a hella old beef
Take this last L I'll give you
Stop embarrasin' your fleet
Before they all leave your page
And come subscribe to me
'Cause they know I'm goin' down
As a hip hop OG
You're exactly what Tom MacDonald wrote
About and just released
You a cloned motherfucker
What history Blue Jean?
River Rat, thunderbolt like a Pikachu
I already zapped you with a dos and
Fried your brain just check YouTube
And here's a middle finger and a
Fourth one for your boyfriend too
I'm glad y'all are still together
You make a really good couple
Tell Munfu to clean his beard from
All that mayonnaise and mustard
Yeah, my cheeks are hella red but
I don't ever get flustered
Owned by a country star again
Write a song about it motherfucker church

Shoutout to all the reaction
Pages out there motherfuckers
Shoutout to all my fans and shit
Hollar boys in this bitch boy