Come and Get It

(Bandplay)

Following somebody else's path
And doing the same shit they're doing
The same style they're doing it
That ain't fuckin' legendary (Bandplay)
Ripping off and making your own path
And your own style and doing shit your way
That's fuckin' legendary son

I stay in the sticks
With the hicks and the fire-offs
You might come up missin'
From the hogs on my pop's farm
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow

I stay in the sticks
With the hicks and the fire-offs
You might come up missin'
From the hogs on my pop's farm
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow

Lately y'all been hearing rumors
Oh Upchurch got his ass kicked
Well that's funny, 'cause I didn't feel it
And I ain't seen no video yet
Sounds like somebody needs publicity
I don't let these bitch boys get to me

Do you know who I am?
I'm mister Tennessee
Who the fuck are you?
I forgot instantly
I got a four speed Ford
Couple bucks to my name
I don't care about money
Puts respect on my name
I grew up firing the game
While I spit blue flame
I don't care about these boys
If they're riding in my lane

Yeah I'm here with a machete
And ready to slit throats
Smoking dope
While I'm dropping you out of my bass boat
Concretering your feet
Motherfucker now float
Go swim with the fish
Like you work at Bass Pro

Back here in the sticks
Back here in the sticks

You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Back here in the sticks
Back here in the sticks
Back here in the sticks

I stay in the sticks
With the hicks and the fire-offs
You might come up missin'
From the hogs on my pop's farm
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow

I stay in the sticks
With the hicks and the fire-offs
You might come up missin'
From the hogs on my pop's farm
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow

Fuck telling folks about your big truck
Fuck claiming all you do is fish and hunt
Fuck chugging beer in your music videos
'Cause you think that gets you credit son
Ever since the Robinson's got a TV show
Everybody hell yeah with their camo, whoa
And you ain't real
Apparently if you don't jam to them old songs

Half y'all punks never heard of John Denver
Old country road on a different level
Everybody got a this
Everybody got a that
Blah blah blah blah 'bout your John Deere hat
I don't care about no fashion statement,
These bare feet used to run the pavement
I'd been all about, fuckin' years ago
But I didn't care to go video tape it

Got a lot of honkys running on my team (team)
Shit look like a Donald Trump regime (gime)
Bitch, I'll run you over, wheres the keys?
I am here to stay I would not leave
I am in a place you cannot see
Deep in Dixie laying between the trees
Steady laughing at you wannabes
If you really wanna fuck with me

I stay in the sticks
With the hicks and the fire-offs
You might come up missin'
From the hogs on my pop's farm
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow

I stay in the sticks
With the hicks and the fire-offs
You might come up missin'
From the hogs on my pop's farm
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow
You can come and get it
Come and get it son
Pow pow