Текст Upchurch – Intro (Skit)

I’m Upchurch, I was born in Nashville Tennessee and raised on the outskirts. Times have changed in the city of neons nowadays. Where I’m from, we’re the listeners to the Music City tunes because we hardly ever get the opportunity to be the voice of the city we know like the back of our hand that is Music City. They traded the good ol’ boy fist fighting downtown ’cause somebody slapped his girls ass for the manufactured frail man who looks like someone’s girlfriend. Hmm. I’m here to show that the good ol’ boy still exists. Riding around in Music City in something that is leaking hella oil, is too damn loud, whistling at long legs and soft waves. Now, I respect the tourists, but I’m not a tourist, I’m not your perfect teeth, I’m not your yes man, I’m not your nice clothes and white smile. I’m the calloused hands, I’m the scars on knuckles, I’m the stress in your stomach, and I’m an uncontrolled fire. I’m Upchurch, and I ain’t nothing but the River Rat.