Raise Hell And Eat Cornbread
Hashtag RHEC
(You know you love the movement)
(Don't lie, don't lie, don't lie, don't lie)
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them boys 'round here
Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them girls 'round here
Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them boys 'round here
Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them girls 'round here
Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs
Straight up outta Dixieland
I ain't gotta say the name
Chevy S-10 sittin' on a K5 frame
Born in a small town
That's just how the shit goes
Once a nobody, now I get compared to Big Smo
Met a couple people that I
Like to call my homies
Fatt Tarr from Tiller Gang, boy
Two counties above me
The public seem to love me but
These haters say I'm frontin' (Huh)
Bring your ass to Tennessee and
Lemme show you somethin' (yeah)
We got trucks that look like Grave Digger
35's and go bigger
AR-15 223 rounds with hair triggers
Straight tatted up like I'm datin' Kat Von D
Country boy fresh
Representin' middle Tennessee
Kentucky, Alabama, Georgia, Florida
Louisiana maryland and Mississippi and both
Of them Carolinas (Huh)
RHEC, raising hell up in them Tonka Toys
RHEC, yeah you know that world-wide noise
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them boys 'round here
Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them girls 'round here
Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them boys 'round here
Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them girls 'round here
Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs
Brahma grade Ford with a
Hella lotta hunting stickers
Born where my roots tend to
Run just a little deeper
Barefoot bandit, grew up as a true creeker
Pop's up at holly ran momma
Was a chill hippie (Hit me)
If the Devil was in was Georgia
Then he traveled down to Tennessee
I guess somebody told him that he
Had to come and challenge me
I put his ass in check like
The kid with the fiddle
Then I left his ass numb
With them backwoods riddles
I ain't tryin' to be a boaster but
I roast it like a toaster
I'm as good as cold beer in
The summer and you know it
Got you high like THC while you're
Swingin' off a rope swing
CEO, boy, hashtag RHEC
I just wanna give a big thanks
To Showtime, Tiller Gang, Fat
Tarr, C-Hubb, Big John, big Smo
You know you gotta represent for us
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them boys 'round here
Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them girls 'round here
Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them boys 'round here
Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Raise hell and eat cornbread
Them girls 'round here
Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs