Upchurch, Adam Calhoun - Fortnite lyrics

Only three people left, I got this
Killin' shit long range like Fortnite
I'm finna to tuck these haters in and whoop
Your head boy 'til it's nite nite
These bars are bedtime stories best to
Pick the shit I'm spittin'
I'm sicker than HIV from
Suckin' and drunk kissin'
So won't you miss me with that girly
Shit your studios in a cheap salon
I'm here to chop careers in half with
My hair done up like I'm Mulan
I got a dragon spittin' fire when
I transform into the other me
The side that's goin' HAM like
I'm higher than Thanksgivin' feast
And I'm gonna put you in the oven and
Slow bake you at a high degree
Rip your legs off, eat them bitches
Know that you ain't runnin' shit
You tripped on Bass Pro and


Fell on the other side
Then woke up in the parkin' lot and
Took a selfie with a random ride
Hashtag these nuts you lamb
Chop lookin' honkey
I ain't gotta drop a addy 'cause
You know where to find me
You been to my house twice
I treated you with full respect
And now your trash talkin' trash always
Gets put in the bag
And then it's thrown in my truck
And then it's dropped at the dump
You'll be the only shotgun in
The south sittin' collectin' dust
Yeah I finally said fuck it
You 'bout as lethal as a musket
Fuck your interview on Instagram them
Numbers had to plummet
'Cause when my face left the screen
My whole squad comin' with me
Only reason you hatin' is
'cause your analytics cringey
Your music videos look like the Wiggles
Of Molly's Big Comfy Couch
But you wouldn't know about Molly you
Got my dick in your mouth
And I'm startin' to wonder if you
Wanna take me on a date
You say my name more than chicks that
Are strapped down to my bed frame
Yeah, fifty shades of Church on a
Track and it's fuckin' reckless
I'ma take your damn career and wear
It like a spinnin' necklace
"Look, I got swag now y'all"
You got as much swag as
A mannequin at Gander Mountain and yeah
I know you're thirsty but you
Ain't sippin' out my fountain
High quality H2O
I'm goin' two truck everlastin'
While I walk this earth my
Brain power is fuckin' supernatural
You're pokin' the bear where there's
Berries growin' on bushes
Askin' to get bit where there
Ain't no recovery stupid
You're the dumbest dog at the pound
That likes to hump electric fences
Constantly fuckin' yourself until your balls
Are burnt and crispy
And now I'm here with a knife
To perform a hella harsh vasectomy
I'm sick and fucking tired of wack
Rappers that's talkin' shit to me
Go ahead and talk your shit
Shut your fucking closet door
Write some shit that matters you
Trend hoppin' fuckin' selfie whore

Yeah, hey Church, I got you brother
I'm on my fuck shit
You still on that truck shit
Get your ass truck stiffed
I'm not one to fuck with
Your rap style sucks dick, wassup bitch
Why you takin' selfies like a girl, duck lips
How you gonna shoot that shot
With that little musket?
Big guns make holes that
Rearrange your guts quick
What the fucks a Shotgun Shane
If two kings with gold rings
You still fillin' up your tank
Scrapin' up loose change
Heat 'em up Lu Kang, assassinate Hussein
Tie 'em up to a tree
That's the only time you hang
You can't sit with us, we takin' over Jack
You gotta better chance shittin' in
Your hands and just clap
God knows you can't rap or throw hands
Hell no let us do the man shit
Grab Hosier and go slow dance you both fags
Bitchin' like some old hags
Two basic bitches that forgot
To grab your Tampax