Supersonic Tractor

You wanted fast?

Buckle up Baby

You wanted fast?

I am the lyrical miracle hitting the pinnacle

Middle of Tennessee killing the remedy

Pulling the lever and digging the cemetery

For the enemy plenty of energy

Getting the legacy ready for anybody

That is thinking they better be checking the pedigree

Of a hillbilly celebrity

Slipped out the back while the babies were sleeping

Left a little note while the widow was weeping

Told them I am a star now, told them I am a king

No more pulling weeds man, I just wanna swing

Traded in the cattle for a beat and a rhyme

Doing double native in a triple fast time

Neighbors looking at me like I lost my damn head

"He is rapping to the chickens" is the only thing they said

But the chickens started nodding and the cows started bouncing

Now I am in the city and the labels are announcing

I am the biggest thing to happen since the wheel

A hillbilly rapper with a multi-million deal

Look at me now with the banjo on my back

Running from the law on a one-way track

I do not need a garden, I do not need a plow

Every single hater wants to be me now

Left the wife crying at the kitchen sink

Now I am pouring diamonds in my whiskey drink

Uncle Billy called me, said I am acting like a fool

But I am the only outlaw rapping by the pool

Rap rap rap rapping in the valley and the glade

Stacking up the paper in the Appalachian shade

Every single syllable is sharper than a knife

Best decision ever was to leave my boring life

I am the king of the mountain, the lord of the hill

With a pocket full of money and a lyrical skill

And I never look back at the mud or the dirt

Cause I am making more bank than a preacher in church

OH THEY CALL ME THE KING OF THE CORNFIELD RAP

ESCAPED THE COUNTRY AND I BROKE THE TRAP

BANJO IS RINGING WHILE THE BASS GOES BOOM

THERE AINT NO STOPPING IN THE ENGINE ROOM

MY FRIENDS ARE ALL STARING THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND

HOW A BLUEGRASS BOY BECAME THE BEST IN THE LAND

WE ARE BURNING BRIDGES WE ARE BREAKING TIES

UNDERNEATH THE HOLLOW BLACKENED SKIES

Seen my old boss at the filling station

Told him I am the leader of a brand new nation

He was shaking gravel from his dirty old boots

While I am rapping anthems about digging up roots

I do not miss the chores, I do not miss the hay

I am making more money in a single day

Than the whole damn county in a fiscal year

Spitting pure fire while they are sipping on beer

Mama always told me I was meant for the choir

But I set the fiddle and the mandolin on fire

Now I am the superstar, the one they all adore

The outlaw rapper knocking down your door

I am the fastest in the forest, the quickest in the creek

With a flow so heavy that it makes your knees weak

And I am never gonna stop till I am sitting on a throne

With a gold-plated banjo and a microphone

They said I would be back by

They thought I was just another hick

With a dream

WELL LOOK AT THE CROPS NOW

THEY ARE MADE OF PURE GOLD

I AM THE BIGGEST DAMN STORY

THAT WAS EVER TOLD

OH THEY CALL ME THE KING OF THE CORNFIELD RAP

ESCAPED THE COUNTRY AND I BROKE THE TRAP

BANJO IS RINGING WHILE THE BASS GOES BOOM

THERE AINT NO STOPPING IN THE ENGINE ROOM

MY FRIENDS ARE ALL STARING THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND

HOW A BLUEGRASS BOY BECAME THE BEST IN THE LAND