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[Verse 1]
Worked all week for a boss named Dick
Who smells like feet and talks like a prick
Punched out Friday, said “Fuck this place”
Flipped the bird with a smile on my face
Rolled out in my dented Dodge
Tailpipe screamin’, smellin’ like hotdog
Radio stuck on outlaw twang
Cracked a warm beer and let that motherfucker bang
Heard there’s a rager down at Tasha’s land
Where her grandma deals weed and plays in a band
There’s pigs in tutus and folks on shrooms
And a dude named Frog who tattoos in bathrooms
[Chorus]
Oh hell yeah, you can find me
Hammered off my ass in a folding seat
Wearin’ boots I stole from a Goodwill pile
Shotgunnin’ Busch with a crooked smile
I find peace
In the chaos, fire, and spilled Jäger
Screamin’ “Y’all ain’t shit!” at the moon like a savior
It’s loud, it’s trash, it’s goddamn blessed
It’s redneck art, it’s shit-kicked & blessed
[Verse 2]
My ex showed up with her new man Chad
He drives a Tesla, she still calls me “Dad”
He said, “Let’s keep it civil,” I said, “Sure, bitch”
Then sprayed nacho cheese in his glitchy switch
Found my buddy Duke passed out in a tire
His ass caught flame near the campfire
Nobody moved, we just filmed that shit
Put it on TikTok and called it
“Hillbilly Lit”
I made out with a mime who don’t talk at all
Best convo I’ve had since that drunk-ass brawl
Someone’s grillin’ Spam on a flaming rake
It’s a five-star feast for a five-beer stake
[Chorus]
Oh hot damn, you can find me
Barefoot yellin’ “FREE THE NIPPLES” off key
Tryin’ to dance with a goat in a sequin vest
While a preacher’s son gets a tramp stamp chest
I find peace
In the total fuckery of the scene
Runnin’ through fire in cut-off jeans
It ain’t heaven, it ain’t finesse
But it’s holy as hell, it’s shit-kicked & blessed
[Verse 3]
Woke up next to a possum and two old boots
One had a sandwich, one had my tooth
Phone’s blown up with a hundred pics
Of me ass-naked chuggin’ pickle juice quick
Turns out I married someone last night
We swapped vows by a bug zapper light
She said her name was Misty Rain
But her ID says Carl, and honestly—same.
We laughed so hard we pissed in sync
Took a bow, then puked in the sink
This ain’t a party, it’s divine disgrace
It’s a full-blown miracle in a fucked-up place
[Chorus]
Oh sweet Jesus, you can find me
Poppin’ wheelies in a Walmart buggy
Yellin’ “YEE-FUCKIN-HAW” at a goose named Dave
While the sheriff slow claps like “Y’all ain’t saved”
It’s in the stupid, the sinful, the wildest mess
Where the weirdos thrive and the cursed feel blessed
It’s dirty, it’s dumb, it’s a redneck quest
It’s shit-kicked, kissed, and goddamn blessed
[Outro]
So here’s to the sinners, the broke and loud
To the freaks, the fools, the unallowed
We may be trash, but we’re self-expressed
This ain’t hell, baby — it’s
shit-kicked & blessed
