[Verse 1]

Gunpowder lead white powder fence

Hillbilly off his meds cause he silly in the head

Thirty aught's cocked and it's right beside the bed

Welcome to West Virginia the home of the walking dead

Back yard boxing, methadone, suboxone

Jäger bomb shots seem to be your neurotoxin

Demolition derby, keg stands, Oxycontin

Put your dukes up if you got a fucking problem

Haymakers, uppercuts, somebody gon' fall

Eh, big mouth, you ain't standing too tall

Beef is on so I'm headed to the shed

Gon' grab my slingblade and fucking split your head

White Trash Incorporated, Mini's in the place

I want a country girl, I spit in a divas face

I ain't scared to say it, these dudes are whack

Fuck every white rapper who tries to act black

Meth labs & Moonshine, Mini getting down

Start a riot in this bitch, burn the motherfucker down

Meth labs & Moonshine, time to raise hell

So fuck the police and start blazing on your pounds

Meth labs & Moonshine, hillbilly murder

Much love, white boy keep drinking till you drown

Meth labs & Moonshine, white trash rocking crowds

Country boys across the nation loving the south

[Verse 2]

Outlaws bitch, raised never snitch

I'm major league, you're softball slow pitch

Gasoline to matches, like thunderbolt flashes

Six guns, two knifes, dynamite under the mattress

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I'm madder than a hatter is, my math is like Pythagoras

Louisville slugger to your face and fucking shatter this

So I can show the world what the fuck grey matter is

Flag forward lateral, damage all collateral

Assaulting fucking batteral, I'm sweet like I'm Adderall

Jesus fish, mackerel, so sublime and tactical

My style is so practical, I'm white trash magical

Fuck all you MCs and fuck all the battling

I hurl a pitch fork at your face like a javelin

I know why you hate it, goes something like this

Cause I'm all over the place like after-sex piss

[Hook]

Check the national debt, they worried about funds

Pull the okey-doke and try to take away your guns

Just an average citizen, a West Virginia resident

Tell him that we said it, fuck you, Mr. President

I ain't no Klan, ain't covered in sheets

Take God outta the picture, bombers plowing down the streets

The law ain't about justice or peace

Even Jesus Christ was killed by the police

Executed for beliefs, the mark of the beast

Crucifix in one hand, gun up in the crease

Soldier of the Lord watching over these streets

Dark Knight in West Virginia killing Jokers over beats

This is from the brokers hell Mini Mr. infidel

White was acting black, they swear they got sickle cell

Here's the fucking point, clear up any confusion

Mossberg Mini's here to spark a revolution

[Hook]