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Holy Water
Adam Calhoun
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Dear God, I don't want to do this
Please forgive me
This is crack, Ryan walks around the house
Yelling at his daughter like, "She stabbed me in the back!
I'm going to my room to make some wack-ass diss tracks
And when I come out, you better have a lot of this ranch"
'Cause I'm the man, I sell it, never been jealous
Even though I yell at every motherfucker if it's truth they tellin'
Better than Eminem, bigger than Elvis
Yeah, I'm bigger than Elvis
When I walk in the room, my ego's first
Stand on internet business like a boss, look at my creekers shirt
Never gonna fight in real life at all costs 'til I leave this earth
When are y'all gonna realize it's a facade? Yeah, but at least it works
I made my mom fuck my manager, told her, "Be loose"
I spent a lot of money, blame it on her, now she's through
I got my new girl pregnant, had to convince myself she's cute
I'll be lucky if I know my daughter when she's two
You wanna see me doin'? Doin', doin' rappin'?
Stalactite, metamorphosis, I'm a megalodon swordfish
Eclectic poles, a fall bark and a tree
Nobody smarter than me, don't matter if it's offbeat
Church, motherfucker?
What's up, dawg, what you doing?
You doing a little rappin'?
Doing rappin', Ryan
Let me show you how to do this shit, lil' boy
I can double-time like a number nine, that's a Glock with a switch on it
I was dead broke, now I got a pot, I could piss on it
You a damn joke, every Instagram post, you a douchebag stroke
All you do is bitch on it, diss on it, sketch a friend that got for bitch
No one else does better, all you do is shit on it
Motherfucker need to move on
Pretty sure your life ain't spit on it, find a dick and sit on it
Church dick, he big dog, but he dog food
Wanna see him get better? Shit, I think we all do
Life cave it in like he 'bout to fall through
Ryan think he 50 Cent but he just Ja Rule
And I don't even want to do this, I'm Caesar
He brew this to see a Judas drink the Kool-Aid
He feed the foolish, your rule is over, he think you do win
Hey, hold up, turn that fuckin' music off
You made your bed, now you got to lay on it
I dropped a beat too if I couldn't stay on it
You set the bar so low when you do something average
Your fans are ecstatic, fanatic
Like, Bryan that's fantastic, that's it
Everyone clap for the handicap kid
Take a knee, you can't come back from this like Kaepernick
He acts as if he invented rap, but never uses pen and pad
And wouldn't step foot in the neighborhood it was invented at
Anyone smell a rat, what are you better at?
Laying to your fans, that's cool, I'm a better dad
Erratic behavior, fans think you're a savior
What Kool-Aid we drinking today?
Choose a flavor, Church a clueless hater
You're a cult leader, right? Kill yourself, dear, God, do us a favor
How you rap off beat with no beat
You beating me in rap is like beating me in track with no feet
We are different, you rhyme, I'm burning a hundred proof
You wouldn't stand behind your words if the sign was right in front of you
George Bush could drive home, and you still wouldn't leave with a W
I'ma bury you in that red fucking onesie just to fuck with you
Saying I paid 50 bucks for people to diss you, I ain't got to
Truth is, I couldn't pay him enough not to
I got into a fight in Nashville, you tried to use that
I stood like a man, and that's one more fight in Tennessee than you have
News flash, if Ryan ain't beefing with the country rapper
He starts arguing with this local newscast
Everything he says is projection
And he been taking so much shit that the guys that protect him
Have the police driving by their house for protection
You got court coming soon, objection
Your ass getting sued, suggestion
Stop talking about a dead child for the globe to watch
Try holding your daughter instead of your phone for a photo opp
I went to prison 'cause I choked a cop
If you went to prison, you just choke on cock
If I'm Papa Duck, you're Cheddar Bob
'Cause every shot you take, hold up, let me stop
Ryan's like, I'm a silly syllabus
Filtered through little pickle juice and skittle dust
Why putty pot with my little nuts on the mountain top
What the fuck, fuckin' dumb ass
I will drive every nail
I will strike you down so you cannot rise
You lie defeated before me
Ryan ain't a rapper, he's an online actor (facts)
Turned his hat backwards, and he hopped on the tractor (facts)
Then redneck nation gave you a whole bag of cash, yep
This faggot still says he took the independent path up
Checking flag, I done took my laps
Jabbed them with a bait track, get you hooked right back
You wrote a diss eating eggs, you get cooked like that
Is that your girl doing drugs, or she just look like that?
You had seven whole minutes on that godforsaken shitty
Ryan Upchurch, country version weird yank of vic
Brx is the baptist, demon is the captain
I'm the motherfucker that just beat your ass at rap
And Dusty Lee, that's my dawg, shout out Bubba Sparxxx
Justin Time, Jam Wayne, Cheddy Bobby we them boys
Can't forget Chuck, that's mees, me Jelly strug fuckin' with one
There's three of us
Ryan, don't run this shit no more, he deceived us
Wouldn't even fight, fell on his swords, how egregious
Simple man and target, trailer made, that's some brave heart shit
And Ryan gon' be sleeping in some graveyard shit
And that's all I got to say, bitch, this where I quit
'Cause I ain't even want to do this shit, I swear I didn't
So, this the end, that's where your coffin get closed
My friend is dead, and I ain't taking to ghost
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