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Badass Lyrics from some Metal/Country Rap

  • I’d rather die on my feet, than live life on my knees. (Life is Pain Hatebreed Merauder cover)
  • If you wanna fuck with me, I’m taking off your writing hand. (Upchurch)
  • The war you want is the war I’m willing to give…Farewell to all the disbelief suspend in the depths (Supremacy of Self – Hatebreed)
  • SOME WARS MUST BE FOUGHT ALONE. Am I the only one standing in my way? Am I my own merciless enemy? Can I stare back looking deep into death’s  gaze. Can I turn and face myself and the knowledge of would shouldn’t be? (Supremacy of Self – Hatebreed)

 

Bad Motherfucker by Upchurch (part)

My mama said I was rebel the day I’s born
Midnight in Nashville in the thunder and hailstorm
And I grew up round them muscle cars, music and drugs
Daddy had some felonies, but still he toting them guns
Now I’m the same way, fuck the rules, load my pistol, where you at
Got crazy papers in my wallet, not afraid to kill your ass
The only thing I fear is my mama and Jesus
If you messing with my kin you might get chopped up in pieces
My grandpa passed away but taught me about handling business
So don’t make me shove that Weston in your forehead creases
I’ll bust your head gasket open, have your whole block leaking
Yeah, I’m redneck, ratchet and pop off for no reason

‘Cause I’m a bad motherfucker, BMF
With a rusty buck-knife, coming for y’alls necks
‘Cause I’m a bad motherfucker, bad motherfucker, bad, bad
Bad motherfucker, bad motherfucker, bad bad
(‘Cause I’m a) Bad motherfucker, BMF
With a rusty buck-knife, coming for y’alls necks
‘Cause I’m a bad motherfucker, bad motherfucker, bad, bad
Bad motherfucker, bad motherfucker, bad bad

(I’m a) bad motherfucker, better hide your chick from all my shows
I show up with ’bout 30 bikers, ripped up jeans and tattoos
Though my attitude is cold like death ain’t nothing but a fucking bump
Burning rubber on I-40, watch me as I smoke this skunked
Stink so bad ’cause I’m the shit, ain’t got no friends ’cause I’m the realest
Got a style ain’t no one stealing, fuck these rappers weird and crazy
Now my boys, my trust to sling ’em, got contacts in my phone fo’ sho’
Tahoe full of white boys that ain’t scared to come kick down your door
With my hillbilly shit till my hair turn grey like metal on that .45
I’m a Tennessee redneck through my music, shit you know I’m down to ride
Got slick bars like a new jail, crew with me that’s nationwide
Only rapper in this game now like a pimp with mud on the 4-wheel drive

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