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Who TF is Justin Time?
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This is not a song This is not even a f**kin' warning I'm comin' for all you motherf**kers If you diss me, I'm comin' to your front door There won't be no reply Le-le-let me make this crystal clear This country rap ain't sh*t to hear Y'all ain't moved an inch in years Stuck in the mud, shiftin' gears You must write your raps with crayons Hosier's got like a dozen fans Know for f**kin' his cousin and Talkin' sh*t but won't throw hands You ain't a man you a b*t*h, right You buddy up and you switch sides Can't get nowhere so you d**k ride That's straight up, midnight Don't get me wrong, tryin' to put us on But half of y'all can't write a song The other half is doin' sh*t They build it up and you ruin it It's time to man up, no more b*t*h Why you on stage grabbin' your d**k Talkin' about the beers you drink And braggin' about the cans you dip You so camo I can't see you This ammo make yo' a** see-through Talk tough, get f**ked, tossed in the trunk Then take that punk to ICU What's a hillbilly, get killed really I f**k with ol' boy Chicken Willie It's summer time buyin' still chili Can't touch your boy but you still feel me I'll choke a hater with Copenhagen Dope as f**k, no mistakin' Far as hick-hop, I hit the top Whether or not that sh*t's vacant Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! Hold up! This is Who The F**k is Justin Time? This is Redneck Rave sh*t motherf**kers What y'all think I wasn't gonna get on here and talk my sh*t Y'all sadly motherf**kin' mistaken, now check this out Y'all motherf**kers wanna talk about y'all gonna p*ss on somebodies boots I've got 17 motherf**kin' reasons why you ain't gonna step b*t*h You got a motherf**kin' problem When you see me, make sure yo' a** hop out that motherf**kin' truck b*t*h Let's go You, you, you thought I was done though No, no, no harm to the teeth in a no gun zone Got an army with me, quit talkin' to me Lights on upstairs but nobodies home Nobodies on sh*t, just fight me Nobody wants it, unlikely Get stomped out by Red Wing boots We don't do soft sh*t around here, f**k Nike You won't pull it, shotgun bullets wreck your whole body (Body) All I hear is a lot of bullsh*t, you ain't nobody (Body) Who's going to check me, I'm waitin' Please don't test me, my patience Runnin' out, don't run your mouth This gun I got ain't got no safety Lord have mercy, I mean that If I react, it means hearses Bunch of virgins I can't f**k with these b*t*hes weak a** verses This is curtains, show's over Not for me, but for those of You who oppose the fact I just showed you That the game is over
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