🎵 Going Bad (Remix) // by Upchurch

6 ContributorsGoing Bad (Remix) Lyrics [Intro] I got like 45 extra minutes, after this I gotta go straight to Rod Run Church, Church, Church [Verse] I ain't goin' bad, I don't have a expiration date My flow is always fire like it's comin' from a shiner state I always come correct like I got the highest law degree Johnnie Cochran with the talkin', if I lose my voice let it be 'Cause I could be a mute and you still gon' hear me yellin' Some homies at my house, registered as a felon I'm the Garbage Pail Kid eatin' rotten watermelon Spittin' lethal seeds so all my minions have a chance to plant 'em I don't even get mad when these rappers jock me though Click like on that shit, comment on that bitch like "Neato" I be eatin' haters like I'm high and all I got are Cheetos I'm a outdoors man, put my mic in my gazebo Bitch I'm country fried Chicken Willie, won't burn in any skillet You can nuke me in the face and I wouldn't feel it Body parts all billet, your momma's mom'll prolly feel it Bass so hard sent me back to the '50s So I pulled up to a burger joint and talked to all the classy chicks I told 'em I go hard like a guy with a futuristic dick Money longer than your skirt, hangin' at your ankles I'm Danny Zuko, revvin' engines at the pink ladies Dapper-dan man, oh brother where thou art at? 'Bout to go nuts like a monocle and a top hat Everybody wants the beef but cannot find the aisle I grew up on the GOAT's, I'll be around for a while My niche is I ain't got a niche, I barely have a style But what I watched a thousand times is the movie 8-Mile I don't Elmer Fudd around I was raised up on the Rabbit That's why I'm diggin' these graves, I mean holes dagnabbit So run it, run it, run it, run it, chase me 'til your lungs collapse 'Cause I'll be castin' spells and make you have a massive asthma attack And hackin' black up out the back, go spit that shit out on the ground You lookin' for a water fountain, Mr. 'Thirsty for That Clout' Leave you parched under a pear tree, barely survivin' in the mild heat I'ma serve my haters burnin' like I run Buffalo Wild Wings (What?) Would you like to drink a tallboy of warm horse piss? You want teriyaki with a side dish of not shit? (Check please) Yeah they wanna sew me, sue me, do me, ruin what the fuck I'm doin' But you're messin' with psychosis used as a tool to go do it So if you speakin' to me sound fluent and not fuckin' stupid I'm the shit, you're diaper poopy Yeah these people think they hard and show up when really they just sharted Brown markin' whitie-tighties, don't blame it all on the chronic I'ma poo on these bitches, ain't talkin' Christopher Robin Some of these dudes up out their noodle, don't make me steal your shrimp Ramen Gimme that bowl, gimme that fork, gimme that table if you wanna flex Get the fuck up out my chair before I break your fuckin' neck And leave my property line before I start my fuckin' mini ex I don't have fifty cents for you, I don't got chains around my neck Construction-struction, what's your function, hip-hop growin' such a fungus Anti-inflamitoric, I ain't chokin' on a thing they throwin' Rocks are like some pebbles, I'm across the ragin', dangerous ocean I'm the Microban, you're mold, the industry's the whole apartment I'm your neighbor with the pliers, I cut your brakes and slice your tires I ain't Kevin Gates but, ayy, I don't get tired I just get fried and I spit lines longer than some tree vines If you swing you best connect the first time You jumped on a track lookin' just like Thotiana I don't beef with no bitches, why you wearin' a tiara I'll wait here while you bust it down with your offbeat ass Need me to say your name 'cause it's hard to sell real trash That's why I picked you up, put you in a bag and I tied it Hashtag 'No Name', but you prolly still got excited ha-ha [Outro] Motorsport, mo-motorsport Hell yeah, now I can go to fuckin' Rod Run Yeah motherfucker Church, Church Stone baby Stone Stone baby Stone Stone baby Stone Motherfucker