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 ragin'
In the motherfuckin' woods (Yeah-yeah)
In the motherfuckin' woods (Yeah-yeah)
In the motherfuckin' woods (Yes)
And you know I’ll be out here
In the motherfuckin' woods
Get ready, hick town done made it up into hip hop
Mr. Lifted up Ranger with mud tires in a chop top
Mr. Smoke too much pot but still shoot pool with the cops
Mr. Give me the moonshine and see if shit pops off
Mr. 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 headbangin' 'til you leave the party in a neck brace
Covered in Bud Light, I’m 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 ragin'
In the motherfuckin' woods (Yeah-yeah)
In the motherfuckin' woods (Yeah-yeah)
In the motherfuckin' woods (Yes)
And you know I’ll be out here
In the motherfuckin' woods
Yeah my father got a rack from me smashin' them white tails
And I grew up 'round them outlaws, smoking weed, telling wise tales
My daddy from West Nash, my mama straight hippie
My Paw Paw 'Church sat in prison in Brushy Mountain in the 50's
And my Nanny a redhead Irish pride to the grave
You know I was raised 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 at 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 ragin'
In the motherfuckin' woods (Yeah-yeah)
In the motherfuckin' woods (Yeah-yeah)
In the motherfuckin' woods (Yes)
And you know I’ll be out here
In the motherfuckin' woods