Upchurch Deep Inside The Stix
[Intro]
Church
Let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay
Cheatham County, Cheatham County
[Verse 1]
Who who who the f..ck am I, I'm the king of the hick shit
Boss of what I wanna be, accepted in all sticks
Yeah I'm redneck ratchet like a strap on a YZ
Head all the way up like the little cracker OMB
I'm from a rowdy place it looks like Sleepy Hollow late at night
So don't go runnin' out of gas, we ain't got trespassin' signs
Dogs run loose, yeah they bite, I got like eight or nine
A chip up on my shoulder, hold it, load it, smokin' 45's
Been through a lot of shit, I 69 your damn opinion
Hillbilly shit, yeah my mama knew she raised up hellion
Age sixteen, I was sneakin' out, late night rebellion
Then she found them steroids in my bag and called the county sheriff
Ain't nobody perfect and damn near everybody makes mistakes
Don't come judgin' me unless you tryna get your teeth misplaced
Raised by them skins, creek water make my heart beat
Don't go walkin' in my woods unless you want that Voorhees
[Chorus]
I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick (Cheatham County)
So don't come up in my spot, tryna tread on me
I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me
I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick (Cheatham County)
So don't come up in my spot, tryna tread on me
I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me
[Verse 2]
I'm a hicktown rockstar, scars and they cover my body
Surrounded by some sexy ladies lookin' like some supermodels
I'm Nascar with my style, done lapped y'all like nine times
I'm Earnhardt in his prime, I sleep in the winner's circle since I tend to be there all the time
I do what I do for the folks like me, wheels and the light stains on my jeans
Wakin' up, bust that clock at three with a little bit of gas and enough to eat eat eat eat eat
Everybody now facing that struggle, I'm about to bust your bubble
Ain't nobody f..ckin' with me, I emerge from all the rubble
They callin' me a rapper, shit I'm just an ex-construction worker
I'm painting my own legacy and hangin' rappers like drywall
Michael Jackson on them bitches, grabbin' on my white balls
[Chorus]
I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick (Tear it up)
Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
So don't come up in my spot, tryna tread on me
I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me
I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick (Tear it up)
Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
So don't come up in my spot, tryna tread on me
I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me
[Outro]
(Cheatham County oooww)
Church, Church (Hahaha)
Church (Hahaha), Church (Hahaha)
