Lyrics Upchurch – Hank Hill

Upchurch done blessed us with another one
It’s Upchurch time, y’all, I’ll fuck with Upchurch the long way,
Um, until I don’t fuck with him no more
Yo, like the dude, like this dude has the, like, the most craziest sound ever

I can’t wait to pull up at my first high school reunion
I can’t wait to walk up in there
And not acknowledge some of them honkeys
I can’t wait till the prom queen walk up and try to score me
I’ma turn her down and drive away in somethin’ fuckin’ foreign
Duck blind for the paint, seats hunter safety on
Wallet fatter than a black, you touch my bag, die, what
They say I do it like a Duke boy, I do it like the Churchman
Preach to the South, baptized in the country
Overall wearin’, Smith & Wesson in my pocket
I be chewin’ on tobacco and these rappers when I wanna
Yeah, they heard redneck and they thought I was a idiot
I got MTSU twerkin’ to this psycho country shit

Ain’t nobody in the game like me
I could really care less if the game like me
I’ma still rep the dirt where the pot plants be
Southern pride flags on my Cadillac limousine, son
Yeah, Red Dead with the six gun (Brr-rat-ta-ta)
Uncle Jessie with the business (Yeah)
Upchurch with the last name

Yeah, I got that gas like Koreans own them Citgos
I keep it country so the country has someone to flex for
Who you know gettin’ milli’s on them crispy music viddy’s
Ridin’ ’round in rat rods from the motherfuckin’ ’60s?
Gettin’ money like a rich bitch, spendin’ that on Craigslist
High on mary jane, gettin’ tattoos with my real skins
Last Mohican, talkin’ ’bout hockin’ all my problems
Okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a mosh pit?
Mo-mo-motherfucker I’ll be headbangin’ with all the rowdy’s
We stay loud like Chevelle’s, y’all look weirder than a Audi
Slay shit, then I’m outie, my competition is pouty
This hillbilly gonna getcha like Jason huntin’ his momma, partner

Ain’t nobody in the game like me
I could really care less if the game like me
I’ma rep the dirt where the pot plants be
With a rebel flag drippin’ off my Cadillac limousine
Ain’t nobody in the game like me
I could really care less if the game like me
I’ma still rep the dirt where the pot plants be
Southern pride flags on my Cadillac limousine, son
Yeah, Red Dead with the six gun (Brr-rat-ta-ta)
Uncle jessie with the business (Yeah)
Upchurch with the last name
Got the flame, Hank Hill, yeah I’m spittin’ propane