Deep Inside the Stix

Church!

(Let the band play)

Cheatham County

Cheatham County

Who-who-who the fuck am I, I'm the king of the hick shit

Boss of what I wanna be, accepted in all sticks

Yeah, I'm redneck ratchet like a strap on a YZ

Head all the way up like the little cracker OMB

I'm from a rowdy place that looks like Sleepy Hollow late at night

So, don't go runnin' out of gas, we ain't got trespassin' signs

My dogs run loose, yeah, they bite, I got like eight or nine

A chip up on my shoulder, hold it, load it, smokin' 45

Been through a lot of shit, I 69 your damn opinion

Hillbilly shit, yeah, my mama knew she raised up hellion

Age 16, I was sneakin' out, late night rebellion

Then she found them steroids in my bag and called the county sheriff

Ain't nobody perfect, damn near everybody makes mistakes

Don't come judgin' me unless you tryna get your teeth misplaced

Raised by them skins, creek water make my heart beat

Don't go walkin' in my woods unless you want that Voorhees

I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick (Cheatham County)

Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick (Cheatham County)

So, don't come up in my spot tryna tread on me

I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me

I'm from deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick (Cheatham County)

Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick (Cheatham County)

So, don't come up in my spot tryna tread on me

I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me

I'm a hick town rock star, scars, and ink cover my body

Surrounded by some sexy ladies lookin' like some supermodels

I'm NASCAR with my style, done lapped y'all like nine times

I'm Earnhardt in his prime

I sleep in the winner's circle since I tend to be there all the time

I do what I do for the folks like me

Wheels and the light stains on my jeans

Wakin' up, bust that clock at three

With a little bit of gas and enough to eat (eat, eat, eat, eat)

Everybody now facing that struggle, I'm about to bust your bubble

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, I emerge from all the rubble

They're callin' me a rapper, shit I'm just an ex-construction worker

I'm painting my own legacy and hangin' rappers like drywall

Michael Jackson on them bitches, grabbin' on my white balls

I'm from deep in the sticks, where the mud gets thick (tear it up)

Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick

So, don't come up in my spot tryna tread on me

I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me

I'm from deep in the sticks, where the mud gets thick (tear it up)

Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick

So, don't come up in my spot tryna tread on me

I keep them flags flyin' boy and that lead on me (Cheatham County, oh)

Church

Church

Church

Church