Hank Hill Lyrics

[Intro: Various YouTube Reaction Creators]
"Upchurch done blessed us with another one"
"It's Upchurch time, y'all, I'll f*ck with Upchurch the long way, um, until I don't f*ck with him no more"
"Yo, like the dude, like this dude has the, like, the most craziest sound ever"
"Oh Lord like bro"
"Oh-oh-oh, Upchurch done did it again"
"Ryan Upchurch"
"Upchurch"
"Ryan Upchurch"
"Upchurch"
"I know your first impression is, why is there a white person with a rebel flag hood on, talkin' about being a hillbilly?"
"He just, he's just, cut, he's just a country motherf*cker" (Church)

[Verse 1]
I can't wait to pull up at my first high school reunion
I can't wait to walk up in there and not acknowledge some of them honkeys
I can't wait 'til the prom queen walk up and try to score me
I'ma turn her down and drive away in somethin' f*ckin' foreign
Duck blind for the paint, seats hunter safety orange
Wallet fatter than a [?]
They say I do it like a Duke boy, I do it like the Churchman
Preach to the South, baptized in the country
Overall wearin', Smith & Wesson in my pocket
I be chewin' on tobacco and these rappers when I wanna
Yeah, they heard redneck and they thought I was a idiot
I got MTSU twerkin' to this psycho country shit
[Chorus]
Ain't nobody in the game like me
I could really care less if the game like me
I'ma still rep the dirt where the pot plants be
Southern pride flags on my Cadillac limousine, son Yeah, Red Dead with the six gun (Brr-rat-ta-ta)
Uncle Jessie with the business (Yeah)
Upchurch with the last name
Got the flame, Hank Hill, yeah I'm spittin' propane

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I got that gas like Koreans own them Citgos
I keep it country so the country has someone to flex for
Who you know gettin' milli's on them crispy music viddy's
Ridin' 'round in rat rods from the motherf*ckin' '60s?
Gettin' money like a rich bitch, spendin' that on Craigslist
High on Mary Jane, gettin' tattoos with my real skins
Last Mohican, talkin' 'bout hockin' all my problems
Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a mosh pit?
Mo-mo-motherf*cker I'll be headbangin' with all the rowdy's
We stay loud like Chevelle's, y'all look weirder than a Audi
Slay shit, then I'm outty, my competition is pouty
This hillbilly gonna getcha like Jason huntin' his momma, partner

[Chorus]
Ain't nobody in the game like me
I could care less if the game likes me
I'ma rep the dirt where the pot plants be
With a rebel flag drippin' off my Cadillac limousine
Ain't nobody in the game like me
I ccould really care less if the game like me
I'ma still rep that dirt where the pot plants be
Southern pride flags on my Cadillac limousine, son
Yeah, Red Dead with the six gun (Brr-rat-ta-ta)
Uncle Jessie with the business (Yeah)
Upchurch with the last name
Got the flame, Hank Hill, yeah I'm spittin' propane

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