Yeah, Yelawolf
Catfish Billy!
DJ Klever, Brian Jones, uh!
Two bricks, through the window
To hit, to cripple
Two f**s, not two given
I’m going to get ’em
Or going to prison, woah
Dangerous mind of a 22-year-old me
Damn what a shame
But I didn’t know the pizza man
I’m just looking for the cheese and the bread for the culinary gang
Culinary gang, f**k it and I let the mullet hang
I ain’t got the budget to go and cut it anyway
Wait, I forgot, I’m paid
Feels like yesterday when I hid in the shade
Now I live in a crib on the hill but I still wake up like I never met Sway
Never opened up for Wu-Tang, like Charlemagne Tha God – got nobody left to hate, perfect
Dirty white boys like me from the South got plenty s**t to talk about
Like a front porch with a couch
What, you ain’t never heard of Mountain Dew Mouth?
In West Virginia, they put that s**t in baby bottles
Way I see it is, f**k it if you want a retard kid, it’s made to swallow
So put a bigger hole in a rubber nipple, ‘cos his little brother is soon to follow
Be a toothless coal miner just like daddy was and die young we’re back in the hollow
I’m on some other s**t, I’m on a mothership
Keep up with me, no, hoe don’t type, b***h get a grip
Been around this club
With pros and played all my hits
Jump from stages to moshpits and swung my fists
Opened up a show for Wiz Khalifa
And his fans all yelled at me, damn
Soon as I get back to ’Bama
I’ma tell my mama y’all half of me (perfect)
Motherf**ers ain’t popping no trunks tonight, huh
Nowhere to go, well f**k me
I’m coming back to San Diego with Danny Trejo and a machete
Food for thought, words must be edible
I gotta tapeworm, never full (ha)
Mixtape worm, never coiled
Tangled and stuck, loose and pulled
Like a Reader’s Digest-ive system
Twisted with a list of mystic raps
I unfoil like a brisket hot, chopped, or liquid boiled
I’m fresh to d**h like Egyptian oil
Go down
God’s child
Moses
Love
Way down in Egypt land
And through war, I
Can fill up a void
My soul is implored, I’m feeling it Lord
Through the will of my pen
To the end of my force, I carry the sword
Responsible for my own actions
Y’all better act like you know
I ain’t no saint, I’m a sinner
But my guardian angel is close
A part of me anchors a ghost
But I can’t take back what I’ve done
You could say that I’ve hurt people’s hope
I didn’t do it for fun
All those people that doubted a bum
I found my joy in the sadness
Learning how no to care takes practice and becomes a habit
Yeah, becomes a habit
It’s an art form to not giving a f**k
Damn, back to what I do
Catfish Billy, baby hello how are you?
Devour nine rappers like a pair of lions fell into a swimming pool
I think I got the whole crew, boo
Let me know what y’all wanna do
I bought a 30 pack of Creek Water baby boo
99 99.99, not mine, I got a 100 proof that loosie juice
Don’t be choosey floozy, who you talkin’ to
b**hes actin’ stupes, I’ll just make that call to Gangsta Boo (perfect)
Yeah, then swerve the whip and curb the trick
And know this does not picture perfect scripts
Shall I shunder, no number, she was blundered
Me and Boo just robbed the b***h
Mafia, Slumafia
MWA motherf**er
Still Shady
Ghetto f**in’ Cowboy
Yeah, Trunk Muzik III