Intro (skit)

I'm Upchurch
I was born in Nashville Tennessee, and raised on the outskirts
Times have changed in the city of neons now a days
Where I'm from, we're the listeners of the music city towns
Because we hardly ever get the opportunity to get to be the voice
of the city we know like the back of our hand, that is music city
They've traded the good ol' boy fist fightin'
downtown because somebody slapped his girls ass
For the manufactured frail man who
looks like someones girlfriend, hahaha
I'm here to show that the good ol' boys still exist,
ridin' around in music city in somethin' that's leakin'
hella oil, is too damn loud, whistlin' at long legs and soft waves
Now, I respect the tourist, but I'm not a tourist
I'm not your perfect teeth,
I'm not your "yes man", I'm not your nice clothes and white smile
I'm the calloused hands, I'm the scars on knuckles,
I'm the stress in your stomach, and I'm the uncontrolled fire
I'm Upchurch, and I ain't nothin but the river rat