The Burrows

I'm from the burrows of Kentucky
You should probably try to duck me
Got a problem with it, go ahead, and touch me
'Cause my world can get bloody, so thorough, when I hunt
The whole burrow gon' be searchin', lookin' for me

The whole world tried to shun me
Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy
Time to turn these mu'fuckers into lunch meat
They say that brighter days should be comin'
Looked outside, and it ain't sunny
But I like the dark, guess I'm kinda lucky

The day that I make a song that they like, I know I fucked up, why?
'Cause haters love to flock to shit, that's the only way that they fly
Fans of mine know I like to stir the pot a couple times
Before I dine, so I let them simmer and sizzle to brine
'Cause they salty, enemies of mine are quite numerous
They try to stop me, but I push them pussies, like a uterus
They losin' it, make 'em act a fool, they ludicrous
Every time I rap, I got them up in arms, that's humorous

Punchlines for days, come find a lane, and wait
I'll explain, cue the rhymes, catch a right to the face
So what those glass jaws say, talkin' trash all day?
Soundin' like Stone Cold's comin', with how those glass jaws break
For those who have lost faith, I'm back, in fact, I'm here to stay
Still cuttin' through these beats, like a hacksaw blade
They want me dragged off stage, they want to cast me off away
But I'll force my way into the game, until that padlock breaks

I'm from the burrows of Kentucky
You should probably try to duck me
Got a problem with it, go ahead, and touch me
'Cause my world can get bloody, so thorough, when I hunt
The whole burrow gon' be searchin', lookin' for me

The whole world tried to shun me
Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy
Time to turn these mu'fuckers into lunch meat
They say that brighter days should be comin'
Looked outside, and it ain't sunny
But I like the dark, guess I'm kinda lucky

Lord knows that I'm a man of my word, I am not deterred
If you thinkin' you can stop me with your comments
Know your plan is absurd
I handled the slurs, no damage incurred, stand up and learn
When you come at me, I'll make you shit the bed, Amber Heard

I'ma swerve all you bitches, unconcerned with all you bitches
Hate is fuelin' my fire, when will you learn, all you bitches?
There's a reason that you know me, but I do not know you
People pay to hear my music, people put you on mute
I got these hillbilly hooks and flibbity-hibbity, rap bars
Hundreds thousands of yes-men, but no one puts on my song
Someone correct me if I'm wrong, that's contradictory, no?
Tell me that rap don't pay my bills, but I just bought a second home

But y'all don't ever make sense, so that kind of makes sense
Putrid smellin' motherfuckers, only time you make scents
Showed up to that fucker's door, I ain't heard from him since
I'll wait a couple more days, and pay him a visit again

'Cause I'm from the burrows of Kentucky
You should probably try to duck me
Got a problem with it, go ahead, and touch me
'Cause my world can get bloody, so thorough, when I hunt
The whole burrow gon' be searchin', lookin' for me

The whole world tried to shun me
Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy
Time to turn these mu'fuckers into lunch meat
They say that brighter days should be comin'
Looked outside, and it ain't sunny
But I like the dark, guess I'm kinda lucky