Lyrics
Let the BandPlay
Expression of readiness for the band to start playing.
Bad bad bad bad, bad bad bad
Repetition for emphasis, setting the tone for the song's intensity.
Y'all motherfuckers ready?
Rhetorical question, preparing the audience for what follows.
You know how I do shit
Introduction and affirmation of the artist's unique style and identity.
It's the church, Upchurch
Self-identification as "the church" and the artist, Upchurch.
(You know what it is)
Confirmation and acknowledgment of the artist's reputation or persona.
My mama said I was rebel the day I's born
Reflection on the artist's rebellious nature from birth.
Midnight in Nashville in
Background on the artist's upbringing, exposure to certain elements.
The thunderin' hailstorm
-And I grew up 'round them muscle cars
-Music and drugs
-Daddy had some felonies but still
-He toted the gun
-Now I'm the same way, fuck the rules
Expression of defiance against rules and a willingness to resort to violence if threatened.
Load my pistol where you at
-Got crazy papers in my wallet
-Not afraid to kill your ass
-The only thing I fear is my Mama and Jesus
Fear and respect for the artist's mother and Jesus, warning against harm to family.
If you messin' with my kin you
-Might get chopped up in pieces
-My grandpa passed away but taught
Influence of the artist's grandfather on handling business and potential consequences for adversaries.
Me all about handlin' business
-So don't make me shove that
-Wesson in your forehead creases
-I'll bust your head gasket open
Description of the artist's confrontational and aggressive demeanor.
Have your whole block leakin'
-Yeah I'm redneck, ratchet
-And pop off with no reason
-'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker, B-M-F
Reiteration of the artist's self-perceived status as a bad motherfucker.
With a rusty buck-knife
-Comin' for y'alls necks
-'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker
-Bad motherfucker, bad, bad
-Bad motherfucker, bad motherfucker, bad, bad
-'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker, B-M-F
Continuation of the theme of the artist's toughness and rebellious attitude.
With a rusty buck-knife
-Comin' for y'alls necks
-'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker
-Bad motherfucker, bad, bad
-Bad motherfucker, bad motherfucker, bad
-I'm a bad motherfucker
Assertion of the artist's tough persona, disdain for fake friends and mainstream rappers.
Better hide your chick from all my shows
-I show up with 'bout 30 bikers
-Ripped up jeans and tattoos though
-My attitude is cold like death ain't
-Nothin' but a fuckin' bum
-Burnin' rubber on I40
-Watch me as I smoke this skunk
-Stink so bad 'cause I'm the shit
-Ain't got no friends 'cause I'm the realest
-Got a style ain't no one stealin'
-Fuck these rappers we're acquainted
-Not my boys, my trust is slim
Limited trust in a select group of associates who are unafraid to take bold actions.
Got contacts in my phone for sho'
-Tahoe full of white boys that ain't scared
-To come kick down your door
-With my hillbilly shit 'til
Commitment to a particular lifestyle, representing Tennessee and embracing a rebellious spirit.
My hair turn grey, like metal on that 45
-I'm a Tennessee redneck, through my music
-Shit you know I'm down to ride
-Got slick bars like a new jail
-Crew with me that's nationwide
-Only rapper in this game now
-Like a pimp with mud on a four-wheel drive
-'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker, B-M-F
Reiteration of the artist's self-image as a bad motherfucker and a threat to adversaries.
With a rusty buck-knife
-Comin' for y'alls necks
-'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker
-Bad motherfucker, bad, bad
-Bad motherfucker, bad motherfucker, bad, bad
-'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker, B-M-F
-With a rusty buck-knife
-Comin' for y'alls necks
-'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker
-Bad motherfucker, bad, bad
-Bad motherfucker, bad motherfucker, bad, bad
-Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad bad
Final emphasis on the artist being a bad motherfucker, repeated for impact.
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad bad
-Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad bad bad, bad, bad
-Bad motherfucker
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