Deep Inside the Stix

Church let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay
Let the BandPlay
Cheatham County, Cheatham County

Who who who the fuck am I
I'm the king of the hick shit
Boss of what I wanna be
Accepted in all sticks
Yeah I'm redneck ratchet like a strap on a YZ
Head all the way up like
The little cracker OMB
I'm from a rowdy place it looks
Like Sleepy Hollow late at night
So don't go runnin' out of gas
We ain't got trespassin' signs
Dogs run loose, yeah they bite
I got like eight or nine
A chip up on my shoulder, hold it, load it
Smokin' 45's been through a lot of shit
I 69 your damn opinion hillbilly shit
Yeah my mama knew she raised up hellion
Age sixteen, I was sneakin' out
Late night rebellion
Then she found them steroids in my
Bag and called the county sheriff
Ain't nobody perfect and damn
Near everybody makes mistakes
Don't come judgin' me unless you
Tryna get your teeth misplaced
Raised by them skins
Creek water make my heart beat
Don't go walkin' in my woods
Unless you want that Voorhees

I'm from deep in the sticks
Where the mud gets thick
Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
(Cheatham County)
So don't come up in my spot
Tryna tread on me
I keep them flags flyin' boy
And that lead on me

I'm from deep in the sticks
Where the mud gets thick
Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
(Cheatham County)
So don't come up in my spot
Tryna tread on me
I keep them flags flyin' boy
And that lead on me

I'm a hicktown rockstar
Scars and they cover my body
Surrounded by some sexy ladies
Lookin' like some supermodels
I'm Nascar with my style
Done lapped y'all like nine times
I'm Earnhardt in his prime
I sleep in the winner's circle since I
Tend to be there all the time
I do what I do for the folks like me
Wheels and the light stains on my jeans
Wakin' up
Bust that clock at three with a little bit of
Gas and enough to eat eat eat eat eat
Everybody now facing that struggle
I'm about to bust your bubble
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I emerge from all the rubble
They callin' me a rapper
Shit I'm just an ex-construction worker
I'm painting my own legacy and
Hangin' rappers like drywall
Michael Jackson on them bitches
Grabbin' on my white balls

I'm from deep in the sticks
Where the mud gets thick (Tear it up)
Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
So don't come up in my spot
Tryna tread on me
I keep them flags flyin' boy
And that lead on me
I'm from deep in the sticks
Where the mud gets thick (Tear it up)
Deep in the sticks where the mud gets thick
So don't come up in my spot
Tryna tread on me
I keep them flags flyin' boy
And that lead on me

(Cheatham County oooww)
Church, Church (Ha ha ha)
Church (Ha ha ha) , Church (Ha ha ha)