Britches Lyrics

You had to know this was comin

I hit the ground and I'm runnin

AntiFamouz was summoned

I'm walkin up with some Funyons

Cuz I got a chip on my shoulder

So you can make the assumption

I'm bout to take em out back

Yo Let me show you something

I got a baseball bat

For all the people that frontin

I'm swingin for the fences but

These mother fuckers are buntin

Feedin hatred to the masses so much

The hate is abundant AntiFamouz hasn't changed

Excuse me if I'm redundant Paul Ryan Jeff InHoff

And John Barasso you can all collectively

Kiss my whole ass hole

I'm not some casual rapper so let me take you to class hoe

I know your paid to be elected by the oil and gas Co.

Makin motha fuckin stacks off already broken backs

Youre a bitch who needs a slap

Homie do the fuckin math

He can take it up the ass while Barasso fuckin laughs

Till he feels the fuckin wrath of the people fighting back

Better buckle up your britches cuz this dick is comin

Stupid shit they spittin and I've come to fuckin run it

AntiFamouz in the game and these bitches want it

Best be careful or you'll be the next one that I'm that I'm

Better buckle up your britches cuz this dick is comin

Stupid shit they spittin and I've come to fuckin run it

AntiFamouz in the game and these bitches love it

Best be careful or you'll be the next one that I'm huntin

It's not a threat it's a warning inevitable like the morning

Like Thomas Nast and William Tweed

It's the same fuckin story they busy fuckin the people

Fornicating and whoring I'm a bit psychotic and horny

Sophisticated and corny

I've written Doug Lamborn a couple times Im imploring

To pull his head out his ass but that's the point of the story

Not a conspiracy theorist I took advice from Aunt Lori

But yo I know what I stand for when I wake up every morning

It's a political shit show

They want to enlist you

Choose a party there is two

I showed up they was like who

Invited this motha fucker I'm pissed like a Donald Trumper

I didn't start the fight cuz I already got a record

Nah I'm sittin back and takin notes

Wont see these hands around no throat

I got a plan I got a rope

Don't cross that line and I said nope

Excuse me if I'm kinda dope

Pissed but I inspire hope while Killary and Cruz elope

With Trump and Putin on a boat

Better buckle up your britches cuz this dick is comin

Stupid shit they spittin and I've come to fuckin run it

AntiFamouz in the game and these bitches want it

Best be careful or you'll be the next one that I'm that I'm

Better buckle up your britches cuz this dick is comin

Stupid shit they spittin and I've come to fuckin run it

AntiFamouz in the game and these bitches love it

Best be careful or you'll be the next one that I'm huntin

Brace yo self cuz I showed up in a bad mood

Ya cant get rid of me on your ass like a tattoo

I'm passin the class soon put your ass in the past too

The master in last fool cuz Im faster than fast food

The man in the mask ruled by the craft in a rap booth

And Ill have to surpass you if you stand in the path too

A stack in the back room like a man that is half goon

I'm a have to relax too with a gallon of gas fuel