This is a song about "Hardcore"

You ain't gotta worry no more

Yo this guy thinks he's hardcore

I feel a taser shot of electric fillin adrenaline like a hardcore criminal ruled innocent

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

He was acting like a hardcore punk

It's late and you stuck in my basement

This how i hear it different

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

I'm fuckin' hardcore, i hope ya'll understand that.

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back