Fefe Dobson - Animal lyrics

[Intro] Yeah i'd like to sing you a little ditty [Hook: Fefe Dobson] They should've never, ever let you out Cold animal with a mouth from the South What you gonna say, what you gonna do As you know they comin', comin' after you Watch out for the D-Boys Watch out for the boys in blue You better keep it movin', big boy You know they're takin' shots at you Cos you're an animal, oh [Verse 1: Yelawolf] Here we go, Alabama's own buddy, Promenade And I'm in the zone now, everybody Bringin' em home baby, to the stage Slick Rick E. Bobby in a Nascar Runnin' over motherf**ers like I'm in a bar Sentimental motherf**ers in a cookie jar Be the late night snack I'm Santa Claus Down in Panama beach, drunk in my underalls Playin' underwear volleyball with your broad I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all Let me hold em up for ya baby while you walk Wanna get the party bumpin' let me do my thing Get the marijuana plant need watering Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling Know what I mean, bu*ter bean, Badda Badda Bing Trashy white, pa** the mic, yeah I'm doin' em dirty Fists start pumpin' when I'm in the lights, like I'm rappin' in Jersey Never get elegant In elementary, never learned to write in cursive Raised by the country B-Boys, I'm elegantly perfect Rack it in, pack em in, to the back again, wrap it up Rap it in, sicker than a pack of ten mini-thins You'll get when I win but I won't lose In fact I'm gonna win, win again with another hand Here's another hand, here's another hand Dealer, can I get another hand Here's a hand, king king king king king b**h, Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South And you know we're gettin' clean, rich yeah! [Hook] [Verse 2] Candy-coated whip, runnin' over candy coated rappers (Vroom!) Panties on her drip, do a back flip for me baby be an acrobatic actor (Action!) Do a cart wheel on a bar Will you do a cart wheel while I chill on a bar stool Will I throw a dart at a wet seal Well if I see a whale I'm a throw a f**in' harpoon Go Looney Toons, and lose your fruit of the looms To prove you're in the room, you're shroomin' to the moon But in the mornin' you're wakin' up like a broom Swept off your feet cause Yelawolf ain't a groom I ain't poppin' the cherry, I'm poppin' berry Moonshine, hop in the bedroom let's move If you wanna compare me, compare me To a legend don't compare me to a young fool Go get a gun, go get a gun, I'll get a Cinnabun, now sit upon your f**in' roof I live it son, I get it done, f** anyone Yeah f** anyone who ain't f**in' with the crew Yeah throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody skate Cause I'm a lord, I'mma doggytown, (WOLF!) A.L.A.B.A.M.A, my state My state of my mind 1985 wide body, lookin' for the little small town keg party Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie, get sh**ty like a porta-potty So, jump on the paddy wagon like a Pakistani Packin' a Mac 11, with a pack of maniacs, 11:30 Back at it again, I'm ready for the battle, when and where muthaf**a? They let another cracker in, yeah! [Hook]