"The Burrows" lyrics
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 bureau gon' be searchin' looking for me
The whole world tried to shut me
Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy
Time to turn these motherfuckers into lunch meat
They said that brighter days should be coming
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 fuck the 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 through pussies like a uterus
They losing it, make 'em act a fool, they ludicrous
Every time a rapper got them up in arms, that's humorous
Punchlines for days, come find the lane and wait
I'll explain, queue the rhyme, catch a ride to the face
So what those glass jaws say
Talkin' trash all day
Then like those stone colds comin' with how those glass jaws break
For those who have lost faith
I'm back, in fact, I'm here to stay
Still cutting through these beats
Like a hacksaw blade
They want me dragged off stage
They wanna cast me off away
But I'll force my way into the game
Until the 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 bureau gon' be searchin' looking for me
The whole world tried to shut me
Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy
Time to turn these motherfuckers into lunch meat
They said that brighter days should be coming
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 thinking you can stop me with your comments
Know your plan is absurd
I handle the slurs
No damage encouraged
Stand up and learn
When you come at me
I'll make you shit the bed, Amber Heard
I'ma swerve all you bitches
Look concerned with all you bitches
Haters fueling 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 of thousands of yes men
But no one puts on my songs
Someone correct me if I'm wrong
It'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 cents
So that kinda makes sense
Putrid smelling 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 bureau gon' be searchin' looking for me
The whole world tried to shut me
Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy
Time to turn these motherfuckers into lunch meat
They said that brighter days should be coming
Looked outside and it ain't sunny
But I like the dark, guess I'm kinda lucky
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 bureau gon' be searchin' looking for me
The whole world tried to shut me
Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy
Time to turn these motherfuckers into lunch meat
They said that brighter days should be coming
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 fuck the 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 through pussies like a uterus
They losing it, make 'em act a fool, they ludicrous
Every time a rapper got them up in arms, that's humorous
Punchlines for days, come find the lane and wait
I'll explain, queue the rhyme, catch a ride to the face
So what those glass jaws say
Talkin' trash all day
Then like those stone colds comin' with how those glass jaws break
For those who have lost faith
I'm back, in fact, I'm here to stay
Still cutting through these beats
Like a hacksaw blade
They want me dragged off stage
They wanna cast me off away
But I'll force my way into the game
Until the 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 bureau gon' be searchin' looking for me
The whole world tried to shut me
Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy
Time to turn these motherfuckers into lunch meat
They said that brighter days should be coming
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 thinking you can stop me with your comments
Know your plan is absurd
I handle the slurs
No damage encouraged
Stand up and learn
When you come at me
I'll make you shit the bed, Amber Heard
I'ma swerve all you bitches
Look concerned with all you bitches
Haters fueling 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 of thousands of yes men
But no one puts on my songs
Someone correct me if I'm wrong
It'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 cents
So that kinda makes sense
Putrid smelling 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 bureau gon' be searchin' looking for me
The whole world tried to shut me
Now I'm back, they lookin' yummy
Time to turn these motherfuckers into lunch meat
They said that brighter days should be coming
Looked outside and it ain't sunny
But I like the dark, guess I'm kinda lucky
Writer(s): Huy Tran, Cord Glass
