Yelawolf - Voodoo Child (Freestyle) lyrics

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Yelawolf - Voodoo Child (Freestyle) lyrics

[Yelawolf] Yeah this freestyle is dedicated to Justice, from Oklahoma @Justice_Whitnah let's rock buddy. Congrats [Jimi Hendrix] Well, I'm a voodoo chile Lord I'm a voodoo chile [Yelawolf] Tell me ouija board, who's peaking in my window again? Couldn't be Peter Pan cause he's got a f**in' evil grin The ouija board's spelled out E-V-I-L twin, C-A-T-F-I-S-H Billy that's you again f**ing right I'm coming out to play, Michael you should bow and pray Look up to the sun and blind yourself cause I'm The Bible Belt, only want to relate To the Michael that you want to fight But it ain't really gonna pay off because that f**ing outlaw inside you's gonna get ya either way Now be the porta-potty for the order Obviously your the sort of kind of warrior the border probably don't want to let through the door Cause all the commonal' is that you're poorer to the poor and overworked Bodies singing out the story they can all be proud of But the sound of power showers over louder speakers in the boring hip-hop court lobby. (Uh) I'm a super freak, Rick James b**h, you can do for me I take a 9 smoke ya man and drop him off with a lighter down on hookah street I'm everything you could be, make you MC read his elegy while I pull my zipper down behind a tree Man somebody died here, "Yela', you can pee?" Yep! I don't care bout a grave on a hater Hater I don't care if I don't pay when I enter places, if it's a million people waiting to enter f** a VIP I want to see a stage and listen to no roast Just a wave of a bunch of renegades in a blaze, just place me in the center I'm sicker than a hick up in the heat with syphilis and hepatitis s**ing on a pipe like head of lice and plus survivors that can't be identified It's probably better that you grab a sweater Better yet a leather jacket from a closet rack And maybe get a pack of antibiotics for the psychotic hi-fi phonics that I share Cause there's a catfish breathing air There's not two, there's not a there That's not a day, that's another year That's another ball park all together Frank Got a fake gold No Limit's tank And a loaded 45 pointed at the pitcher Motherf**ers wanna play a pickup game? Bones hit the strands I'm so on my own sh** that I won't quit I'm so on my own out here that I can't quit If you quarrel leaving, paint it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood f** bodies bang this in your church You can sang with me it's free Styles I got piles, flows I got miles Show I got crowds, hoes I'm not proud Open your mouth, slow leaking out, love you a beer Towels on the floor, vowels on the floor Grounds on the floor, now you record? Loud as a boar Wow what a boy, look in the mirror I say today is the day that I wake up and walk outside And the entire globe turns bright purple just by popping this little pill here, ya dig? I'm the reincarnate of a Vietnam vet. chasing a gook through the jungle With a mind like a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm chewing on a twig My late great grand daddy fed me pepper and told me it was chocolate He must of known I need some spice in life, I was too big for this piece of sh** town You try putting a dream inside a box, that box would implode Dilapidate, evaporate, desaturated with sound For the folks in the back of the broken Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking lot and rolling baggies Walking around the festival, then profiting off the these people yearning, burning For that LSD, for the lettuce head in me I give you most props if you grow crops Keep your tie-die and flip flops Yippee-ki-yay if you don't stop. (Don'tstop) [Jimi Hendrix] And at the same time I'm right here in your picture frame Yeah! What did I say now Cause I'm a voodoo chile Lord knows, I'm a voodoo chile (Guys come on)