FUNNY ASS SHIT 💯 COUNTRY LUNATIC 🤍 #countryrap

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THIS IS COUNTRY LUNATIC AND THE LUNATIC NATION. ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL


Country Lunatic
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[Intro]
Y’all wanted smoke? Bitch, I’m the burn mark.
Duct tape around the mic, drag ya ass through a trailer park.
Country Lunatic, certified white devil —
Backwoods bred, ten toes to the pedal.
Y’all done fucked up — lemme talk.

[Verse 1]
Funny how the colors hate when a honky go hard,
'Til they kid’s in the mirror yellin’ “I’ma rap star!”
Funny how they mocked Em, said he never was street,
But he outsold they heroes without touchin’ the heat.

You said we guests? Cool — now the house got flipped,
Put a Confederate stove in the modern rap kitchen.
You needed our wallets, our teens in the pit,
Now y’all screamin' unity, beggin' us not to quit.

Where was the love when we got laughed outta ciphers?
Y’all forgot who bought them records, made y’all lifers.
Now your shows half empty, them checks got tight,
Shoulda cherished that crowd full of drunk-ass whites.

[Chorus]
Ain’t that some funny-ass shit?
Talkin’ culture, but you leechin’ off a trailer park hit.
Ain’t that some funny-ass shit?
When the whites back out, all your numbers dip.
Ain’t that some funny-ass shit?
We was clowns 'til our cash made your label rich.
Ain’t that some funny-ass shit?
Now they need us, but we don’t need this.

[Verse 2]
I ain’t ask for a pass — I **snatched that bitch**,
With a .45 flow and a meth lab twist.
Put the sticks in the mix, let the rebel speak,
White trash in the game, and I own these beats.

Y’all say I ain’t got the pain? Fuck outta here,
Lost my kid, my cousin, my best friend, and still ain’t shed a tear.
I been broke with a warrant, duckin’ county time,
While your fav rap "real" from a penthouse line.

I talk dope, talk guns, talk dirt, talk sticks,
Talk pain, talk loss, talk real-ass shit.
I ain’t industry-polished, I’m grease-stain slick,
This the sound of a Dodge runnin’ pure lunatic.

[Chorus]
Ain’t that some funny-ass shit?
Talkin’ culture, but you leechin’ off a trailer park hit.
Ain’t that some funny-ass shit?
When the whites back out, all your numbers dip.
Ain’t that some funny-ass shit?
We was clowns 'til our cash made your label rich.
Ain’t that some funny-ass shit?
Now they need us, but we don’t need this.

[Bridge]
You ain’t gotta like me, but you will respect,
Put my boots on the neck of this culture, direct.
Y’all gatekeepin’ nothin’, the locks been broke,
I done walked through hell just to piss out smoke.

Eminem opened doors, I’m bulldozin’ the halls,
White boy menace, got your heroes clutchin’ they balls.
Keep your fake handshakes and your weak-ass props,
We runnin’ this bitch — and we pissin’ on top.

[Outro]
So next time you hate, better think real wise,
Who the fuck you sell to when the rednecks rise?
Without our streams, y’all go flatline flop —
We ain’t guests in this game — we the landlords now, pop.

**Country Lunatic** —
Crackin’ jaws with bars since y’all was fakin’ hard.
Keep talkin’ shit…
We *built* the floor you dancin’ on, bitch.


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