Yelawolf - Dirt Road (Freestyle) lyrics

Everyday is like an episode of "Hillbilly In Beverly Hills" Dr. Pepper soda Fizzle in my dixie cup Jumpin' out the dixie truck Bumpin' just don't give a f** Something I don't give a f** about Is giving a f** Still whipping a Bud Cap off 'n' sippin' it up Bama I'm lifting it up You know cool enough to be you daddy Young enough to be your homie Real enough to get you elbows, macaroni Give me the stacks and I'm on it Look holler at you homie Got a couple of bedies Who's ready to put the mattress on me Gettin' naked from Becky Givin' bonies to Joany If I make Joany mouny Then she'll fry me bologna I'm not the king, but I got the crown like a royal bag And I'm movin' up to the surface Just like a porpoise, back Blow ho, sneeze, Yela so cold (please) That my refrigerator quit And gave me the groceries That's why I eat so good Bananas and mayonaise and white bread Huh, so good And that's so hood Cali couldn't screen me Visionaries in a coma couldn't dream ‘n' still I became it, on this campuses painted My ownership I retained it I'm on the ship that ain't sanking I'm on a trip to be famous My hand on my dick, sanging With hand over fist, banging I handle it, I maintain it Am I changing the game? I think it's a pride to say that I ain't Aiming it? I claim it Might as well learn my name it's Yelawolf DJBooth.net, so you can prove it 32 ton rock, don't try to move it Catfish Billy, boom boom Malay, Ghet-O-Vision Holler at you folk