Chris Stapleton

By Bigg Romney

Released on August 7, 2024

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[Intro: Bigg Romney & Norman Swag]

Ay, if you know what’s good (if you know what’s good)

Ay, haters gon’ say its fake

I’ma go eight for eight, boy

(Uh, y'all can't do better than this)

Y'all can't do better than this

Y'all can't do better than this

Act like the south ain't the shit

Act like the south ain't the shit

Act like the south ain't the shit

(If you know what’s good)

Y'all can't do better than this

Y'all can't do better than this

If you know what’s good!

(Y'all can't do better than this)


[Chorus: Bigg Romney]

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

I might be the richest man in the hood

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

I might be the richest man in the hood


[Verse 1: Bigg Romney]

Yo, what you gon' do with all that meat?

Got supplie-ie-ies, The Walking Dead featuring me

Got a spear in my first aid kit, no Britney

I went to the tour in Houston, no Whitney

Ay, nobody else talkin’ bout Alicia Keys on the album

That’s cause her appearance is the middest possible outcome

Ay, why we gotta live with Chris Stapleton

When he sounds like a basic vocal on Ableton

But still he carried, like supplies on a ferry

Know a cat named Tom and a mouse named Jerry

Chrissy S’s main in Smash Bros must be Terry

Eatin’ good, brown rice with the vegetary

Lookin’ scary and frightening, he be fast as lightnting

JT went fallin’ when he went cycling

I be rhyming, harmony like Paul Simon

Chris Stapleton really understood the assignment


[Chorus: Bigg Romney]

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

I might be the richest man in the hood

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

I might be the richest man in the hood


[Verse 2: Norman Swag]

Yeah, yeah

Look, JT had some good tracks, that's a bright ol' fact

Like Midnight Summer Jam, but we don't talk about the title track

But I will admit, Say Something was a highlight

Cuz Chris and Justin's chemistry, hot damn, did it shine bright

I'll admit, the album's pretty mid

But the mood changed when I heard Chris Stapleton

And I almost changed my mind about the album 'till the Her's Interlude

"That was just fuckin' weird, what the fuck, Justin?"

That was worse than my interlude

The features carried even though there's only two

And one of them was just Chris Stapleton, who knew

He almost though that he was a ghostwriter, just like for Drake

But then Justin requested his help on the song, BIG MISTAKE

Cuz now I'm rappin' bout how the song carried

Now the album's deader than dead, super buried

And now JT is even more hated by the masses

Justin, I'm a big fan, why you do this to our asses? (Goddammit!)


[Chorus: Bigg Romney]

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

I might be the richest man in the hood

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

Chris Stapleton carried Man of the Woods

I might be the richest man in the hood


[Interlude: Norman Swag]

Yeah, Justin, just want to let you know I’m still a fan, still a fan of your work, I love The 20/20 Experience, FutureSex/LoveSounds, all that good shit

Um, but you didn’t have to make Man of the Woods, that album’s pretty bad

And, you know, you just keep digging yourself into a grave, and, y’know, I’m still a fan, but I a- I gotta ask why you do this stuff ,alright?

[Outro: CHEESEDADDY & Bigg Romney]

(Ayo, let the beat ride)

Yuh, yuh, yeah

Cracka I do murder yuh, cracka I do murder

And I pull up with that burger, yuh, crack, yuh yuh

I’ma kiss your mother, yeah, then I’m gonna fuck her, yuh

Then I’m gonna smother, yuh yuh

And then yuh, I’ma kiss my brother, yuh

I’ma kiss yo mother, yuh, I’ma kiss your father, yuh

I’ma kiss your sister, then call me Mister

Mister Gay, and I’m shooting at your face

Every, uh, every day, poppin all these perkys

Uh, T-Twerky, I’m eating me some turkey, uh, wow

Poopin’ on these crackas, yow, poopin on these crackas

I’m, I’m poopin’ on these crackas

I’m at the Ritz and I’m poopin’ on these crackas, yuh

I-I-I’m lookin’ at ballsack-a, and then I look at your mom and then I, and I smack her, yeah Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo