You're Fired

Caree-Caree-Caree-Careers are fixin' to go right down the drain

OG's I'm so scared
I think I just fake sh*t my pants
Oh Yeah
Church Church Church Church

This dudes gon' end my career, damn son that's comedy gold
Your voice sounds like you just ate a cactus, and you're 80 years old
I listened to your last song and I thought I got a concussion
Cause the sh*t I was hearing just didn't translate to nothing
(daisy me chow oh in ordering)
This dude sounds like a microwave is starting to melt
My coffee pot could make a song and get more Itunes sales
And I remember when I met you and I rode in your truck
You said the fans we had looked at us like we was gods or something
Like what, like how f*cking sociopath are you bro
Like, nobody looks at us as gods
That's the dumbest sh*t I've ever heard in my motherf*cking life You need to set the f*ck down somewhere (Ahh)
(Um On this new album I've got uh Upchurch the Redneck)
You didn't get me for sh*t, you paid me good and you know it
So I could fix your sh*t track and make that sh*t mediocre
The only reason I did it was to be nice and do a favor
Now you're drunk as p*ss at shows talking smack like a hater
(when they really ain't sh*t)
Ain't sh*t, won't be sh*t
You can't sit with me and my friends b*tch
You running around on the microphones
With a fake ass Tennessee accent
I got more fans in your home town
Then you'll probably get in the next four years
You must be drunk trying to beef with me
I just shotgunned like four beers

And I'm still on the beat so clean and crisp
Still hit the notes like Justin Bieber
Still go Slim Shady on a f*cking track
Like a hockey mask and a meat cleaver
Funny thing is, I ain't mad either
I'm just having a damn good time
But the biggest song that you ever had
Was the one old Churchman was featured on
And I mean it grew on decent numbers
Sitting on a cute old 2.9
Nothing compared to my Rollin Stoned
I got them songs that'll get you high
But you're gonna need a really tall ladder to get up onto my level, bro
You trying to catch up to me is like a fat guy on a treadmill, bro
Huffing and puffing like you the big bad wolf
More like a f*cking sh*t zoo owned by a chick with one tooth
Yeah you stay raising your voice but I stay raising the bar
You're like Church "can you lower it, I can't reach that far"
And I ain't never dissed nobody, you're the victim that's first
Go cash that google check you got and buy your next album
I heard
Your talent levels lower than the f*cking crust of the earth
So stop at Lowe's and buy a shovel for your projects before
You can also buy a mop, yeah a bucket for sure
Next year I'll give you a job mopping my studio floors
But I'm gonna have to start you out at like 5.50 an hour
You gotta prove to me that you actually do have some sort of work ethic
After this momo ass cracker hears this he'll probably make a static
"I swear to god man, I'm gonna kick Upchurch's ass"
Son I couldn't touch you if I wanted, I'm worth too much cash
You want to settle something faggot, get your ass on the track
But chances are that I'm too busy, yeah I'm a grown as man
I got bills, a f*cking company, sold out shows for my fans
And if this diss was 2 years old I'd tell you pull up your pants
Cause you are such a gangsta right? That's what youtube says
Yeah you done woke up the bull and my horns are looking too sharp
You're messing with the legend don't get going fed to the sharks
Yeah you might live in the sticks but only living off bark
I mean nutrition from the trees if you didn't catch that part
Bro

They couldn't f*ck with me if they wanted too
They couldn't f*ck with me if they wanted too
They couldn't f*ck with me or come fill my boots
They couldn't f*ck with me or come fill my boots b*tch

Now man, I told you
Leave me the f*ck alone
I don't bother nobody
And you didn't listen
Now do you have anything to say for yourself?
"Damn, you were right"