Wtf lyrics - Yelawolf & DJ Muggs

 You know

What the fuck

Yeah!

Ground zero, Mile Zero, let me get this started

Like a Pinto sitting instrumental, mentally charging

Pull up my astral music, no need for wires and a

Mic cord, bouncing like mattresses stuck inside a moving

Truck, stumbling drunk, I talk, took up and ran down a ravine

In a stream, I cr-cr-crawled in it wet, drip

Yeah, young boy drip

I do that shit for me like tattoos on the inner lip

Oh, go on, flex on 'em, Catfish

Carry heavy weight but sell you light, like a fat bitch

Yeah, pick up the slab like a repo

Blow out your candles, sell your light like Home Depot

Cover my body, everything else is subject to chains

Still flipping styles up in Wal-Mart, I'm accustomed to change

Flipping, a hustler born into this frame

Given God's main mission, manifestation of my brain's mission

Mind's eye, Cat before Fish because of nine lives

Fish 'cause I'm swimming too deep, I jump out the pond, fly

Into the ocean, ocean of thoughts pouring in, Mom, why

She curated this Slumerican like a bonsai

Trimming buds, from every leaf into the limb because

I'm a flower child, she got the green thumb

Position myself with the stars, and I'm unorthodox, I'm more than rock

Between the stars I'm in that Goldilocks

Between the stars I'm on that mothership with Elon, yeah, be done

Sipping udon with Jimmy Neutron

Tripping on peyote with nothing but my boots on

Yeah, nothing but my boots on, looking down at y'all next to that blue pond

(Oh) I mean it

(What the fuck) I mean it

(Yeah) I mean it

(Oh) I mean it

(Slum!) I mean it

Yeah, whiskey all in my Lamberdoux

Pills in my system, this Vicodin's like a river too

Floatin' down the Chattahooch'

A thousand PBRs couldn't can like I can, chew, spit aluminum U-

F-O's, extra-terrestr'al, we're criminals, too

Literally a subliminal too, Petrol

Gasoline 'em for miles, I got a tank for dreamers

Fill up on Pro-7, spiritual hippie window cleaners

Squeaky and you're good to go, if I'm rambling

Just take what you need, 'Have a good day, fucker, now hit the road'

Down the hatch, I'm pulling pins up out grenades

I ain't dropping battle raps, I'm more like wind up in the shade

A cool breeze in the winter when you're soaking wet and freezing

No mercy for you suckers, starting shit without a reason

That's a good buzz kicking, smoking like bologna in the

Bar room kitchen, cigarette butt flicking (oh)

Butt flicking

And it's up yours like a beer in the butt, chicken (oh)

Beer in the butt, chicken?

I cleaned the plate, it's too late, go bus dishes

(Oh) I mean it

(What the fuck) I mean it

(Yeah) I mean it

(Oh) I mean it

(Slum!) I mean it

Hold up, I ain't fucking done