Yelawolf - The Dark Nights Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Yelawolf] Slumerican, Slumerican sh**, yeah, what up Rittz, what up Strugg', what up Big Henry, yeah Alabama motherf**er, Big Henry Motherf**er [Verse 1: Big Henry] Man I come from a small town Dump with a big dream Where most of us fall short Cause sh** ain't what it seems The gutter don't hold much But goons and young s*uts Guns and hard white One hell of a hard life Remember them dark nights I Thought I wouldn't away I come from a vision Of pyrex and a piece of ice I popped in the k**er Mike Rolled up and got it tight Drinking like f** my life f** it I'm on it, right Imagine them dim lights Beakers and bra** pipes Them didn't like dude, so harmful for the night That's how sh** move When there ain't sh** to lose You lookin' at living proof I give him a better blues I'm high as a bonfire Kush got me dumb high I ride for the team n***a It's Slum alumni Along with that "Roll Tide" I see 'em with four eyes They heard I was coming n***a I'm coming with more guys Cause I could remember No coat in the winter Mama working two jobs Peanut bu*ter was dinner It was me and my brother Feeling somebody would get us Had no name brand clothes Them hoes laugh when I enter Now I stand and deliver What you need come and get it To pushing narcotics around a circle at Forest River Asking a n***a Yeah Big Henry get which ya A dream and a bag Can't you see that picture Man I'm out on the block Got an ounce and a Glock Where the gangsta's party Snoop Dogg and 'Pac Where the sun don't shine Where the young hoes ball Where The corner's hot Snitches talking to cops Looking up from the bottom You only dream about the top That's why n***as like me We ain't sleeping a lot [Verse 2: Yelawolf] Yeah Hop out the box, with two Glocks co*ked, and rob two cops Without a mask, for cash, like it's a new job I'm hotter than a fat b**h in tube socks With b**bs hoppin' up and down profusely in a perfume shop I put culture and words in a huge knot And let 'em figure it out like it's a rubik's cube block I let you enter my house, but the room's locked So you see me like you see a movie when the perfect view's blocked I abuse props Take 'em with a grain of salt Like you take a grain of Wheat And Boil it to brew hops Still drinking, yeah I swear I tried to stop But being sober is like being a soldier on goon watch I can't relax So me and the crew shop Sound scientists buying the finest of that boom knock Let the loot drop In the boondock, my soul's a tomb popped Thanks, the world knows my name because of the trunk that you popped So f** dollar stores lookin' for brooms, mops Soap, cereal, they might, but you not Now, Famous Family look at my shoe drop Wow, Travis Barker and me carry a tattoo flock Ya snooze ya lose co*k s**ers confused, Ha! But see for me it ain't no news to do rock But to pursue spots at the top next to a few gods That were born veteran groomed Obvisouly watched over, I'm do lots So give me that blue dropped Chevy And Throw some spokes on it Pokin' out, Ooh Ah! Parking in front of that Maybach like dude stop Now let 'em choke on that 1985 fumes brah I been on some bu*terflying el cocoon batter Take flight and you can hear That sonic boom shock This Alabama tornado spitting just blew rocks at your rooftop You're still looking for proof, stop It's right in front of your glue sniffer You fools enter, the cave with the caucasian, to be confuse not With any other bafoon jock Motherf**ers ante Up When I inject the vein check the spoon's hot I'm that boy Yelawolf's in the mood, I Howl in the mic like the wolf does when he moon watch These cowards are doomed, popped, busting, and chewed, Blah! f**ing disgusting to taste Give me the soup 'ma Bucket of f**ing disgrace Such a horrendous display of a king Who is the matriarch of this new pop? They threw me under the table as soon as possible Now I'm just looking Up every b**h's dress in hip hop Pussies...