"Adam Is Eve" lyrics
Chris Hosier Lyrics
We ready
And I'ma stand for mine
We ready
I'm takin' dead or alive
We ready
And don't tread on mine
We ready
'Cause we always ready
We ready
And I'ma stand for mine
We ready
I'm takin' dead or alive
We ready
And don't tread on mine
We ready
'Cause we always ready
Look
Fence to these backwoods and you gon' get your ass whooped
You better get your act right 'fore you get your life took
King Von of country rap, Backwoods, John Gotti
Better check my rsum, boy, I done got bodies
Nicknamed the Fuckboy Sandal 'cause he flip-flop
Approximately standin' 5'5' on your tip-top
No one looks up to you, tall as a tube sock
Better hit your life alert 'cause your lifeline's gone
Just in time for the booz (shit, bitch)
Approximately standin' 6'6' and you still a bitch
All that money in your mouth and you broke, bitch
Had your fat chick on the net sellin' dick pics (shame)
I bet you sell your soul for some change (we broke)
Birds of a feather flock together, it's a damn shame
You used to be my brother from another mother
'Til you fucked me with no lube, didn't even wear a rubber
Then you tossed me to the gutter, but I came out shinin'
Gotta deal with Empire, on the charts climbin'
You can never kill the goat, you're a sheep, not lion
And we ready for war, I'm not lyin'
We ready
And I'ma stand for mine
We ready
I'm takin' dead or alive
We ready
And don't tread on mine
We ready
'Cause we always ready
We ready
And I'ma stand for mine
We ready
I'm takin' dead or alive
We ready
And don't tread on mine
We ready
'Cause we always ready
A fuckboy, a punkboy, you both fraud
Waka-flocka broad day, get it front lawn
Got 'em hoppin' through the street, no leapfrog
I got that boy switchin' sides like the game pause
And if I ever get a chance, I'm hittin' Marge wrong
You scared of war, that's why you livin' through your son, dawg
And when shit started gettin' deep, all you did was run
To your daddy church, I know the truth hurts
I bet you big boy mad, I got a big boy bag
You tried to hit me from behind like a fag would
Hold on, did you get it like a fags wood?
We are not the same bitch, you get your ass whooped
You wanna be downs, have Napoleon syndrome
And talkin' all that rah-rah and let them fists go
No Diddy, but it's time to see them nuts hang
Affiliated with them killers, let them fingers bang
Hit a shit-a Roxy thirty, get your head ring
I got a choir full of choppers, let them thangs sing
I turn this pen to blue steel, let my finger itch
Adam is Eve, and Eve was a snake bitch
We ready
And I'ma stand for mine
We ready
I'm takin' dead or alive
We ready
And don't tread on mine
We ready
'Cause we always ready
We ready
And I'ma stand for mine
We ready
I'm takin' dead or alive
We ready
And don't tread on mine
We ready
'Cause we always ready
And I'ma stand for mine
We ready
I'm takin' dead or alive
We ready
And don't tread on mine
We ready
'Cause we always ready
We ready
And I'ma stand for mine
We ready
I'm takin' dead or alive
We ready
And don't tread on mine
We ready
'Cause we always ready
Look
Fence to these backwoods and you gon' get your ass whooped
You better get your act right 'fore you get your life took
King Von of country rap, Backwoods, John Gotti
Better check my rsum, boy, I done got bodies
Nicknamed the Fuckboy Sandal 'cause he flip-flop
Approximately standin' 5'5' on your tip-top
No one looks up to you, tall as a tube sock
Better hit your life alert 'cause your lifeline's gone
Just in time for the booz (shit, bitch)
Approximately standin' 6'6' and you still a bitch
All that money in your mouth and you broke, bitch
Had your fat chick on the net sellin' dick pics (shame)
I bet you sell your soul for some change (we broke)
Birds of a feather flock together, it's a damn shame
You used to be my brother from another mother
'Til you fucked me with no lube, didn't even wear a rubber
Then you tossed me to the gutter, but I came out shinin'
Gotta deal with Empire, on the charts climbin'
You can never kill the goat, you're a sheep, not lion
And we ready for war, I'm not lyin'
We ready
And I'ma stand for mine
We ready
I'm takin' dead or alive
We ready
And don't tread on mine
We ready
'Cause we always ready
We ready
And I'ma stand for mine
We ready
I'm takin' dead or alive
We ready
And don't tread on mine
We ready
'Cause we always ready
A fuckboy, a punkboy, you both fraud
Waka-flocka broad day, get it front lawn
Got 'em hoppin' through the street, no leapfrog
I got that boy switchin' sides like the game pause
And if I ever get a chance, I'm hittin' Marge wrong
You scared of war, that's why you livin' through your son, dawg
And when shit started gettin' deep, all you did was run
To your daddy church, I know the truth hurts
I bet you big boy mad, I got a big boy bag
You tried to hit me from behind like a fag would
Hold on, did you get it like a fags wood?
We are not the same bitch, you get your ass whooped
You wanna be downs, have Napoleon syndrome
And talkin' all that rah-rah and let them fists go
No Diddy, but it's time to see them nuts hang
Affiliated with them killers, let them fingers bang
Hit a shit-a Roxy thirty, get your head ring
I got a choir full of choppers, let them thangs sing
I turn this pen to blue steel, let my finger itch
Adam is Eve, and Eve was a snake bitch
We ready
And I'ma stand for mine
We ready
I'm takin' dead or alive
We ready
And don't tread on mine
We ready
'Cause we always ready
We ready
And I'ma stand for mine
We ready
I'm takin' dead or alive
We ready
And don't tread on mine
We ready
'Cause we always ready
