"Killin' It"
(Parody of Cole Swindell's "Chillin' It")
I got my lingo, flipped cap,
You ain't gettin' country back,
Makin' my 'mill' with rock music that's twangy
Little Hank left to burn from your mem'ry,
Singing of ol' Cash fading into some old used to be,
Loretta Lynn, don't need her around.
You're flipping through the channels looking for that country sound
Well good luck with that because we're here,
Put down the tailgate, pour a beer!
I got my lingo, flipped cap,
You ain't gettin' country back,
Makin' my 'mill' with rock music that's twangy
Dumb rhymes
Fake shine
Got the girls in a line
Pickup truck
Cranked up,
Country Slim Shady
Make the bass louder now, drawl a little bit
Partyin's my cash cow, and I'm just shillin' it
I don't care about country, bro
You know I'm fine with just killin' it
Nothing but dude-bro country on radio
Girls with tan lines and snapback guys and big Fords row on row.
To me that sounds like Heaven, kiss my ass Charley Pride
Who wants to listen to Haggard in their ride?
I got my tattoo, gun rack,
You ain't takin' country back,
Makin' my 'mill' with rock music that's twangy
Mud tires
Bonfires
Got the girls in a line
Pickup truck
Cranked up,
Country Slim Shady
Make the bass louder now, drawl a little bit
Country is my cash cow, but I'm just shillin' it
Long as I'm making fat stacks, bro
You know I'm fine with just killin' it
Nothing like a little girl in real tight jeans
I don't even know what country means
I got my fine hoes, cool frat,
You ain't gettin' country back,
Makin' my 'mill' with rock music that's twangy
Long necks
Short sex
With girls drunk on Boone's Wine
Pickup truck
Cranked up,
Country Slim Shady
Make the bass louder now, drawl a little bit
Country is my cash cow, but I'm just milkin' it
Long as I'm making fat stacks, bro
You know I'm fine with just killin' it
Hey, we're not hurting country music, we're just killing it
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