King of Dixie

Make way for the king of Dixie
 Muddy footprints on your clean red carpet
 The way I am ain't accepted in mainstream
 So I'll sit here and continue raging
 In the motherfucking woods (Yeah)
 In the motherfucking woods (Yeah)
 In the motherfucking woods (Yeah)
 And you know we'll be out here
 In the motherfucking woods
 Yeah baby from hick town and made it up into hip hop
 Mister licked it up ranger with my ties in a chop top
 Mister smoke too much pot but still shoot pool with the cops
 Mister give me the moonshine and see a ship walk south
 Mister black smoke in these roads until it looks like a twister
 I work my hands to the bone and finish it off with a Swisher
 This is that headbanging till you leave the party in a neck brace
 Covered in Budweiser stone cold with the whole case
 Make way for the king of Dixie
 Muddy footprints on your clean red carpet
 The way I am ain't accepted in mainstream
 So I'll sit here and continue raging
 In the motherfucking woods (Yeah)
 In the motherfucking woods (Yeah)
 In the motherfucking woods (Yeah)
 And you know we'll be out here
 In the motherfucking woods
 Yeah my father got a wax for me smashing them white tails
 And I grew up round them always smoking weed telling wise tales
 My daddy from West Nash, my mama straight hippie
 My pawpaw Church sat in prison in Brushy Mountain in the 50s
 And my nanny a redhead out of pride to the grave
 You know I slaved up in the country small town USA
 And I was built for destruction so go ahead bring me the heat
 I'm just gonna give you a crooked
 smile with the fire in my feet, bitch
 Make way for the king of Dixie
 Muddy footprints on your clean red carpet
 The way I am ain't accepted in mainstream
 So I'll sit here and continue raging
 In the motherfucking woods (Yeah)
 In the motherfucking woods (Yeah)
 In the motherfucking woods (Yeah)
 And you know we'll be out here
 In the motherfucking woods