the oven

throw it in the oven

throw it in the oven and watch it grow

throw it in the oven

throw it in the oven and lock the door

throw it in the oven

throw it in the oven we'll watch it go

throw it in the oven

throw it in the oven and lock the door

patty cake

patty cake

how many country rappers fake

the numbers off the chart

it'd take an asian kid to calculate

calibrate recalibrate until it's fine tuned

'cause you don't want to see the straw hat at high noon

this ain't no get it back

buck your shit sucks

new trucks

lift kits ain't gonna cut it bro

if you ain't never swam through the shallow creek and ran barefeet

through the woods it's all good but please don't speak

if you never picked a switch to get your ass beat

you shouldn't try to fit your little bitty shoes on my feet

when we was in that little shack with the paint chippin'

before the 95 thousand brick stack sittin'

on the hill right next door to

we was picked on for being poor

never accused to be rich

no suspicion of success said we wouldn't be shit

now i'm a pillar in these parts amid point of the tick

drop the jones county on them

yeah they increased rent then

property values soar boy i want my percent

i'm mean muggin' with my arms crossed

puffin' a cigar

you know i never rest till heart of georgia's on the radar

cardiac arrest

stay clear

ah

we got a pulse

started from the bottom now check the result

'cause this cracker ass cracker

ain't scared of not one wack rapper

boy i take 'em to church woo

yeah

throw it in the oven

crank it a thousand degrees

in the middle of the farm around a bunch of dried out leaves

and watch me stand in the middle with a microphone and the dreams

with that backwoods fire

i'm on my gatlinburg chill

i'm in the trees with the only demon i talk to in the industry

everything we put out's carved in weeping willow history

to go and get bigger for every inch of country rap to see

hiroshima with the impacts

yeah they know about me oversees

that's why my bank account got like five different kinds of currency

i gotta itunes shake

and camo wrap my lamborghini g

don't give a fuck if my rhymes hit hard like a round from a musket

and if you hear i'm aimin' for ya

you better go hide and duck it

there ain't no responding from heat like this is x-box live

i'm going cannibal mode and eatin' your whole team alive

call me coyote church

with thick blood in my fur

i blew up so fuckin' fast the first year of my career is a blur

so i gotta watch my back but i know there's people that got me

shoutout to my second home

middle georgia and jones county

demun if you need me go ahead and make that call

you know i'll be the grim reaper if you need me dog

haha

throw it in the oven

throw it in the oven and watch it grow

throw it in the oven

throw it in the oven and lock the door

throw it in the oven

throw it in the oven we'll watch it go

throw it in the oven

throw it in the oven and lock the door