Chains Off Me
My massa
Whoa
You ain't my massa
Hell naw
I'm gon send you to hell in gasoline draws
Whoa lord
Whoa lord
I'm taking these chains off me and I'ma choke you with em
You ain't my massa
Damn right, yeah
I'm gon treat this plantation like a camp fire
Whoa lord, whoa lord
I'm taking these chains off me and I'ma choke you with em
If it's war you want
My niggas will be posted with me here
We got toasters in our holsters
Y'all some roaches we got sprayers
I got queens on my team you can hear em yelling off with his head
You better say yo prayers
Cause I been tired of you pushing me
And I been tired of you cursing me
You took my tribe from me forcefully
So I been plotting on you certainly
And I won't die by the poplar tree
No I won't die by the poplar tree
You not gon lay a finger on my family
You not gonna lay a finger on my family
Boy
You ain't my massa
Hell naw
I'm gon send you to hell in gasoline draws
Whoa lord
Whoa lord
I'm taking these chains off me and I'ma choke you with em
You ain't my massa
Damn right, yeah
I'm gon treat this plantation like a camp fire
Whoa lord
Whoa lord
I'm taking these chains off me and I'ma choke you with em
Whoa
Boy, you gone
Whoa
Boy, you gone
Whoa
You gone
You gone
Whoa
You ain't my massa
Hell naw
I'm gon send you to hell in gasoline draws
Whoa lord
Whoa lord
I'm taking these chains off me and I'ma choke you with em
You ain't my massa
Damn right, yeah
I'm gon treat this plantation like a camp fire
Whoa lord, whoa lord
I'm taking these chains off me and I'ma choke you with em
If it's war you want
My niggas will be posted with me here
We got toasters in our holsters
Y'all some roaches we got sprayers
I got queens on my team you can hear em yelling off with his head
You better say yo prayers
Cause I been tired of you pushing me
And I been tired of you cursing me
You took my tribe from me forcefully
So I been plotting on you certainly
And I won't die by the poplar tree
No I won't die by the poplar tree
You not gon lay a finger on my family
You not gonna lay a finger on my family
Boy
You ain't my massa
Hell naw
I'm gon send you to hell in gasoline draws
Whoa lord
Whoa lord
I'm taking these chains off me and I'ma choke you with em
You ain't my massa
Damn right, yeah
I'm gon treat this plantation like a camp fire
Whoa lord
Whoa lord
I'm taking these chains off me and I'ma choke you with em
Whoa
Boy, you gone
Whoa
Boy, you gone
Whoa
You gone
You gone
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Writer(s): Bryan Hearne
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