Yelawolf - Mountain Dew Mouth lyrics

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