Return Of The Chutch

[Hook: Chutch McGillicutty] It’s the return of the Chutch Return of the Chutch (he’s back) Return of the Chutch (and he’s strapped) It’s the return of the Chutch [Verse 1: Chutch McGillicutty] I done drank too much, throwing up black But I’m glad to be back I just smoked some crack as a matter of fact Fuck food, drugs is my only snack And big boobs, your bitches rack On this vicious rap I attack all politicians Republicunts or Democraps I got a mission to fuck yall up with my demo raps Then go fishing, drink a six pack of Pabst My past filled with bad decisions and lots of laughs My future, probably prison tryin’ to stack cash But I don’t give a fuck what’s coming up cause I’m back It’s the return of the Chutch [Verse 2: Chutch McGillicutty] Return of the Chutch Out of a rut in a rush Just wanna bust a nut inside the cut of a slut With bigger boobs, fishnets and stripper boots Landing strip if I had to choose At the strip club, it’s all nude This bitch’s pussy looks tight, but you know she loose Get her in my ride and get head while we cruise Confirmation, touchdown I win, you lose Ain’t ya heard the news Chutch is back It’s the return of the Chutch now It’s the return of the Chutch, wow Talking about himself in third person Motherfucker’s crazy (Crazy as hell) [Verse 3: Chutch McGillicutty] It’s the return of the Chutch I don’t give a fuck Luck has nothing to do with it It’ll ruin it Howl at the moon a bit Like a lunatic I’m a dog I bring it ruff, ruff, raw Girl take my paw While I take off your bra I’mma break ya off While we listen to Tim McGraw Indian Outlaw Grinning till I fall Are you friends with me or enemies All yall can suck my balls and die In your sleep or wide awake And either way I’ll be slangin’ my tapes at your wake [Hook: Chutch McGillicutty] It’s that return of the Chutch It’s the return of the Chutch It’s the, It’s the return of the Chutch [Verse 4: Chutch McGillicutty] I got the Midas touch It’ll make the girls blush Get flushed, and fuck They all love me like a grade school crush After just one brush with the back of my hand My life’s a beach, sitting in the sand, getting tan Your life’s a bitch, buried in debt to the man Fuck Uncle Sam, I don’t give a damn Is that a gram? (yes it is) [Hook: Chutch McGillicutty] It’s the, It’s the return of the Chutch (It’s the return of the Chutch, It’s the return of the Chutch) It’s the, It’s the, It’s the return of the Chutch [Verse 5: Chutch McGillicutty] This game is crippled I’m here to kick out the crutch Blow it up like a thermobaric missile Turn your brain to mush I don’t cause ripples I make tsunami Wreck your spot Like Ronnie Lott, in my drop top Girls see me and their tops drop Them big natural knockers you got Are some real jaw droppers, dear God Got me gawking like a stalker Oh shit, I just clipped a clitty copper U-turn, empty my clip, I pop her Drop her real proper I’m a chart-topper, a show stopper Get more critical acclaim than that movie Hurt Locker You just a lame bitch and a cock blocker I put your neck to the whirling blades of a chopper Another early grave, ain’t no shocker You dead Then I kick around your head playing soccer R.I.P Dennis Hopper Your death was real sad But this ain’t about you, it’s about Chad It’s the return of the Chutch Download for free on The Artist Union