Yelawolf - Billy Goat lyrics

Yelawolf Catfish Billy Goat Really though... (Haha) Yeah! I must... I must be a f**ing goat The way this chain is hanging off my throat Warming up my vo-cals Need somewhere to hang my coat y'all Ray-Bans on my face, b**h I ain’t looking at you, ho But my guess is she would exit this sh** with me, no, I know, yes I know But f** that sh**! So pardon my French and English too But f** that also, cos I wanna hollow out my cuss words out on you Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Pootie Tang Taking you over to the studio and do my thang I am dope, jump on this track like Kangaroo Jack Aboriginal boomerang, I am dope Left, right, left, right, soldier step right up I'm airtight, f** your stair flight I'm prepared like, I’m not scared like f** your hairline up! Barber school, see I got haters by the carpool They say I changed, that's because I got a jar full You primates, monkey a**, white boys lyin' fake Oh you a hip hop head? b**h, your first record was Kanye You just on a blind date You get dumped with the rest of 'em When this current trend is over with-- I'll still be on my way Yeah, that laughable trend's like detachable friends Them f**ers show up to party But when that party does end, they Gone with the Wind So I hope that song that you spin makes you enough bread to retire Better watch what you spent Anyway, that sh** is dead like any day All I'm saying is regenerate and penny save If you swag surfing then certainly you'll ride any wave And you’re already dead, homie, so pick any grave I pledge allegiance to the Slumerican flag Ten stars for every letter Lighting bolts to lead the path For the slums I represent From the laundromats of cash, from growing dope illegally Break the law and get the bag Yeah, and take the saw and cut the slabs You build your house with straw and mud That when it rains your roof will sag Dag, take the crawl before you run, that pace right there will win the race So run the laps and not the drag But what do I know, Fido? If you’re a dog, I'm a dog We’re just two frogs on a log singing in the moonlight till the DJ hits pause Or my body pit falls From the whiskey sip, then I'm empty and tall Till the ink pen don't draw Put until then, friend, I'm gonna need another pen, dawg Cos I’m a highly orchestrated life aboard the Earth I'm guided by the light, the light is inside the word The brightest candle with the thickest wick Melanin is irrelevant‬ I hear the kick, hat, snare, that there hits my soul, bro That's why I go hard on beats and also get down with dough bros What the f**, I'm too hard for lumberyards I'm too sick for cancer sticks Built that bridge to come across A ghett-o philanthropist Hustle hand over fist A pro-phylactic, no chauvinist Oh Jay no, f** I'm smooth as sh** polished And don't shoulder nits Never made it to college... But I made it to Shady Gave myself no other options "Yela, you're dreaming, ya crazy!" I saw the gap in the options The South is an orphan and lazy Nobody wanted to father it So I made it my baby! Your rockabye the Rock and try and mash it all up And who the f** am I!? Didn't reinvent the wheel I just threw spokes up under that Monster truck and rideeeeee Sorry about the oil stains that I left on the road If you slip and fall on the sh** I talk, then I guess you're the run of the joke... (run of the joke) Don't get lost in the timing If the water's still then let it be... still In this world when the lightning What you build ain't always exciting It maybe is until they see and feel In this world when the lightning You've got to earn your invite... Trunk Muzik III