[Intro]
Calling all cars, calling all cars
There is a gangster on the loose
He is very heavily armed....and legged
And considered extremely dangerous
If you happen to see him on your way home
Do not attempt to apprehend him...
I repeat, do not attempt to apprehend
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Would the real Slim Shady
Please stand up
And tell these
Muthaf**ers why I got signed?
Cause I'm on the verge of
Slapping one of these white boys
Out here tryna imitate my grind
And if you feel offended it when I say that
f** you, say something back
What do I gotta lose?
I'm already the underdog
Why wouldn't I give you the opportunity to rap?
f** boy, I'm harder than
Your momma's f** toy
And she's still b**hing
I'm sicker than a chicken sitting in sh**
Sticking itself with a syringe
In a Japanese kitchen, get some
I got the kinky b**h: get crumbs
Yeah, here the Shady clique come
They say I'm a dickhead
Well it fits why
Cause I'mma f** this p**y a** game up till she gets numb
Any of many styles that I pick from
f** it just give me kick drums
Cause Yelawolf ain't a rapper
I'm a cataclysmic culturally
Offensive, don't give a sh** bum
Its done, so put ya money on a ‘Bama boy
20 West of Atlanta boy
You wanna ride in my lane
Prepare for the 18 wheeler
Winds
Get a grip on the bicycle handle bars
[Hook]
All the girls I meet
(Better handle yours)
Are falling down them stairs
Said getting themselves together
They getting themselves together
(Thats why they call me)
Gangster of Love
Yelawolf and I
On top don't wonder why
Cause I rock and roll
Stop drop and roll
Thats why they call me
(Gangster of love)
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
Cause I rock and roll
Stop drop and roll
Thats why they call me
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Hold up, my God
Let me pull the Chevrolet out the garage
I'm k**ing on Hennessy lately, KP
You might get a hicky from Nicki Minaj
f** em all with a sandpaper dick
I dare anybody to come match to this
You couldn't hold a flame to my name b**h
I wouldn't even let you hold a bic to my cancerous stick?
I'm treating rappers like loose change
The shoe string belts that I lost in the cracks of my couch
Like I didn't even know I had that until ?
Oh you want some of the south sh**?
Well let me show you what the south is
You into s**ing dick
Well I'm into getting rich buddy
We could make a good team
Put your money where your mouth is
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
I roll out in a t-top two seater
Looking like an american missle seeker
Got back pack packs in my dungerees
I'mma light a fuse under the disbeliever
Say you don't give a sh** good
Cause I don't give two sh**s neither
You ready let it go, I'm already at your funeral
Walking with a rose like Wiz Khalifa
Yes sir, I'm bona-fied
I'mma go ahead and
Live cause I know I'm gonna die
And if you want a lift, baby get up in the whip
Baby I don't know what I'ma give but I know I'm gonna try
Whatever it is girl you know I'm gonna buy
But you know thats a fib yeah, you know thats a lie
What if I buy you drive through popeyes?
Do you want it grilled or do you want it fried?
I'm doing this like I knew I would
And you did too, so you knew you did
If I never got a co-sign I'll be at your throat
And it don't matter who I'm with
Repping that area code 256
White trash girls wink with blue eyelids
Because they know Yelawolf can't be f-cked with
But it don't take an a**hole to see that sh**