Chris Stapleton

[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