Hank Hill Songtext
von Upchurch

"Upchurch done blessed us with another one"
"It′s Upchurch time, y'all, I′ll fuck with Upchurch the long way, um, until I don't fuck 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 motherfucker" (Church)

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′ fuckin' foreign


Duck blind for the paint, seats hunter safety orange
Wallet fatter than a black and tan with bad thyroids
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

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

Yeah, I got that gas like Koreans ownin' 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 motherfuckin' ′60s?


Gettin' money like a rich bitch, spendin′ that on Craigslist
High on Mary Jane, gettin' tattoos with my real skins
Last Mohican, tomahawkin′ all my problems
Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a mosh pit?

Mo-mo-motherfucker, 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

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 could 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