Upchurch - Joe Meteorite lyrics

That's right Dirt
Nobody wants you in this town
Nobody wants you around period
Aww, look at him fellers
You need to go down to McDonalds and get
You a whaaburger and some french cries
How ’bout a whineakin? You little sissy boy

God damn James Charles what you
Want a round 2 for?
Thought he had a plan to get
That L back through a loophole
Look I found a video of
Upchurch sayin' hateful things
Yeah you shoulda listened 'cause you
Standin’ in my fuckin' lane
Move bitch get out the way
We ain't got time for all
Your Barbara Walters shit today
Yeah your team be comin' at me
Like the set of 60 minutes


Y'all in the studio so long
Y'all contemplatin' every sentence?
Like yeah man lets try to go
Back as far as we can
Surely he went HAM somewhere and it
Will make him look bad
You must be signed by Funk
Volume with that marketing plan
I think you need to get a Shake
Weight like the legend Hopsin said (Ayy)
Axe to your head take a nap in the bed
Dream about me nightmare instead
Get whacked on the track with
A bag of hashtags
So I can make your ass go viral again
You can diss me for eternity man
Still won't compare to the shit I tell myself
I get picked up like the High Times and
You still for sale on the bottom shelf
Bitch I’m Rolling Stoned you lay
Up in a racecar bed
Dog I’m all the way up you
Out here playin' Step Brothers man
Yeah you played with the Skil saw the
Top bunk fell on your head
Then you ran down the stairs
Like "Man there’s blood everywhere"
Damnit Dale what I tell you
'bout them power tools
Face Screwed like a wood bit in a DeWalt fool
I got the workers comp
That's insurance for fuckin' yourself twice
It ain’t my fault if you fall and
Die on my fuckin' job site
I got a hard hat, hard head
Go and grab Machop you tryna poke me man
Zapdos! Use Thunderbolt
They turn to ashes when I catch 'em
Got Gym Leaders on my balls
I heard you fuck with
Anime so "Kamehamehameha"
You beatin' me is like Krillin vs Vegeta
You gon' need every character from
Budokai just to end it
Bitch I'm Larry the Enticer I start
Fires when I send it
Yeah I'm so goddamn cold I bought
A snow plow in summertime bitches
Bitch I battle rap, double sided battle axe
You took words from Yelawolf
Don't believe me, ask Dax
Swimmin' in my own lane
Like a prehistoric manatee
If you're thirsty after this you need
To get your own canteen
Like hey get it the flask so I
Can take you to hell with me
Get it? Burned half to death
On an old resurrected beat
I shoulda picked a Plies one
'cause "Who Hotter Than Me"
Yeah you messin' with a chunky
Rapper from the southside streets
Hopefully for you this can be a TIP​
I'ma keep it rollin' like an
Old Atlanta skatin' rink
Yeah I put on for my city
Same color as The Snowman
But I roll with everybody
Like a Fortnite clan
Creek Squad, some are Builders
Some are Shooters, victory Royale
You're gettin' styled by a country singer
Down at the Cut N Corral
Jeez I didn't even have to
Pull the dynamite out
Bitch I spit like Tina the llama
Just look at my mouth
I compensate for that gingivitis
I rot away your body vitals
You can't see the level I'm on
Or even taste these kind of music idols
He said "Bro what if Charlemagne see's this?"
What is that? Like an evolved
Charmander or some shit
Ayy, life made a garden
I'm growin' hip-hop and diggin' it
You thought you tossed a meteorite but
That was just some plane shit
Put some mustard on that ass
Tell Munfu eat his fries bitch
I'll even give a toy for when
Y'all chillin' in the basement ha ha haha

Well, it ain't a meteor
Yeah it is, it came out of the sky
Well I'm sure it did, but it ain't no meteor
It's a big old frozen chunk of shit what?
Oh yeah
Now th-that can't be, that's not what it is
Oh 'fraid so