Yelawolf other songs:

 

You Don't Know (For Fucks Sake) lyrics - Yelawolf (with Ed Sheeran)

Living the life of a student

Yeah I begin on a high

Losing my mind

And they say that I’ve been winning for time

Never been to a gun fight, never needed a knife

But then I make the cut whenever delivering the lines

Sit on the side, with a rhymepack

With a tin in my sights

Sipping a lemon and lime Corona only with my best friends

Cause I paid in my pride

Giving the time to write rhymes

But I find truth at a quarter to five

Eh

[Yelawolf]

It’s kinda like I took a train

To the left side of my brain, oh, main

Toddle some mud, under my door

You know I’m stepping in my own lane

All of these speakers sitting behind me

but what psychology, psychologically insane

Part of me wanna get down, down, down

making you go low, inside

[Ed Sheeran]

You don’t know, if you don’t know by now

You better tell him ’bout it

What you gonna tell him bout it?

Yeah, yeaaaah

[Yelawolf]

Ten toes to the dirt

Pencil to the paper

God has a favour for your thirst

Drink-drink ya pint bye-bye

To this bullshit praise allah

To the wheels I’m a ridah

Steering your prada

Only closed in my ada-di-das

I’m a fetus in my boom sake nana

Daddy’s home, on the mic, hey papa

[Ed Sheeran]

Back with my bang yo, straight loop on my [?]

But every single one of my fans know that

Every damn show, I’m taking their ears on a journey

Like I’m flying with Van Gogh

Livin’ so sweet without Gretel and Hansel

Critics hate the lyrics cause they think I’ve been tangoed

Find me wearing old clothes rocking a Kangol

I’m riding round with Yelawolf in your daddy’s Lambo

[Yelawolf]

Hello me, how ya been?

You got a mullet again like when you was 10

You’re probably sipping sweet tee’s, you still huh?

And your piggy bank is full of change

Fact, what you used to steal from

You been playing fools, like a steel drum

Pulling out early, and they still come

Eating from the game, when you know the meal’s done

Yelawolf is kicking back at these pilgrims

Hold up baby, sit still son

Woah, this old rock, it heals been rolled

Still shocking when I see ‘em go

bananas and they hammer the [?]

[Hook]

[Yelawolf]

I’m not the average half wit

After this hour gets out of this

60 seconds I’m going in any directions

And chasing this jack with a shot of Budweiser and water

It’s probably the better idea you move the direction in

Fact its a part of me to be the looser of cannons

Blowing his fucking mics like the winds [?]

Hooligans, hooligans, hooligans

But really who’s a friend?

Jump in this little fire jump right back in the pool again

Know I be new again

A student of you my friend

Watch your manners I’m tossing rappers up at my crew of 10

Minus 4, minus war

You don’t want it

Shady records I’m already better, fuck it, doggonnit

Dog don’t gotta lead

Dog’s already home

Jack, dog I’m a beast, I’m a wolf

Bring your dogs back

A melody man in a melancholic mellow yellow can

Shhh, tell him how we gonna sell ‘em man

Been working hard all week

(So if you wonder if we earned it, well its not a probably)

So won’t you bring that back to me

(And holla when you hear it like all the screams of a halloween)

I got blisters on my feet

(To walk in night with you is not the shoes to be borrowing)

So won’t you bring that back to me

(Cause all the sole of my pin is what all the sorrow brings)

If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no

If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no

If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no

If you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no

Billy Goat (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Yelawolf

Catfish Billy Goat

Really though... (Haha)

Yeah!

I must... I must be a fucking 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, bitch I ain't looking at you, ho

But my guess is she would exit this shit with me, no, I know, yes I know

But fuck that shit! So pardon my French and English too

But fuck 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, fuck your stairflight

I'm prepared like, I'm not scared like fuck 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 ass, white boys lyin' fake

Oh you a hip hop head? Bitch, 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 fuckers 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 shit 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 whisky 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 fuck, 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, fuck I'm smooth as shit (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 fuck am I!?

Didn't reinvent the wheel

I just threw spokes up under that Monster truck and ride!

Sorry about the oil stains that I left on the road

If you slip and fall on the shit 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)

Bloody Sunday (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Yelawolf

Catfish Billy

M.W.A., Ghetto Cowboy, motherfucker

Brian Jones

Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody

Always been about it from the jump

Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater

Never been a punk

Yeah, been an innovator, fuck a imitator

Drop another hot potato, son

Take 'em back to Piedmont Park

With Baby D and the Kings of Crunk

Rest in peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar

Rest in peace Zoo, you ain't dead but to me you are

Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still wavin' that flag, I'm

New South in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax

Suit up, you gonna need a hazmat

Leavin' these fuckers chewed up

Like a muskrat in a backpack

I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act black

I'll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks

Pull up your bra, quit spillin' your guts

You better cork your bottle

You feelin' yourself, like jerkin' off to my tunes

You willin' to bet, I'll make a splash like potholes

After it rains, with your name just like a snot nose

You'll be runnin', tryin' to escape what's comin'

But the exit's blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a woman

There's only one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever

As for the other white boy from Gadsden, psh, whatever

You're welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it

Fuck around and I'll surround you like circumferences

You build a house of hate around what I have brung to this

Game, I'll make that place your home

Like the Sons of Mumford did

Lame, I'm all the way up, woke, turnt

You think you flame, you all the way suck, choke, burnt

Bitch I'm on fire like holiday nuts, holdin' firm

You want the doe, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn

Hop in the backseat bitch, hip-hop is snoozin'

You could use an Uber, like a student pupil

I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I'ma bruise your ego

Abuse and move into the hall, against the wall, stupid

Who's the man? Who's the tutor?

Lead is flyin' 'til they dead or cryin'

The police are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"

Here I go, with a trench coat and a black rifle

Ten toes down up like a light pole

Middle finger up like a black rhino's horn

I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a shit cyclone

Never let bygones be bygones

Rather I'll say, "See ya later, adios," bitch

Rappin' obese is just bygone

Never thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy

These videos all look alike, no wonder they can't see me

Is this the guy that said he was the hottest white boy

Since the one with dyed blonde hair? What the fuck?

Hold up, G—easy

I can't let this Tom Cruise-lookin' motherfucker just paddle by

Don't know if I'm watchin' Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky

Marshall Mathers may have ignored you

But if you want the smoke, bring the foil

I'll boil you 'til the kettle's dry

Have a nice day, suave

I'm a different breed, I'm a wolf, okay?

Got so many styles I could be a wardrobe, boy

So little boy flows some O.J. poured in the glass

With your buttermilk pancakes

Mama's little helper, Daddy's little bae

Put the Bébé Kids in my Chevrolet

Brought the pepper spray and a banana for AKs

Bitch, holler, "Mayday, mayday"

Then take it to the bank, it's another payday

Oh, you a baller? Well, take the ball and

Let me here kick that shit, Pelé

The nerve of the shit they say, I'm permanently amazed

And your whiskey sucks, fuckin' one sip

I wanted to go straight back to AA

Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he don't even rap

Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just because

Let's see if he answers back

All that chain stitchin' from Chill Bill

And the cowboy boots and hats

Damn, Posty, can't we be friends?

Our clothes already match

Poser, biter, appropriation thief

Give a fuck how many records you sold

Every fan you made is a leaf off of my tree

Boy, you're my seed

Another mullet in the gang with the teeth icy

I just picked a bone with Post Malone

And did it all on a B-side beat

Dribble through the middle up

Crossover on 'em like I'm in the NBA

Look, I don't really give a fuck

Tell me, what do I gotta lose anyway?

Still mobbin' in the pickup

Throw a middle finger out the window when I wave

Trunk Muzik III, bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK

Beethoven is rollin' over in his grave

'Cause I'm a conductor and a conduit

Of musical energy, electrical wave

Prodigy of an anomaly, Shady

Bumpin' daily somethin' crazy, someone save me

Nothing made me somethin', baby

No one's playin', fuck you, pay me

Trunk Muzik III

Elvis Messy (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Yeah

DJ Klever

Yelawolf

MWA

Bryan Jones on the beat biatch

Alright DJ come take the wheel

And I'll set this fucker off

Pull Catfish up out the hills

That's how I would do your job

You don't want no problem here

Not the line you want to cross

Take the rapper over here

And I'll feed him to the dogs

Just because, just be cau-tious

Look at you like, "Nah cause..."

Mad cause we got bitches licking lips and throwing bras up

Got no time to talk, cause

When I snap, it's all good

If I cut you down then best believe I'm throwing sawdust

Aw shucks

Aw fuck, I'm just playing, shut up

Fair warning not too subtle

I lay dormant but ooh brother

Got holy water like two puddles

And landslide the vampires are vandalized

With cans of Krylon damage and design

Sanitize the inner prize

The plan is amplified

Fans are f'n tired

By the need, provided me

Allowing me to open the

Show is over, no promoter

Locally and overseas

Would tell you different, I'm a timebomb

Tick, tick, tick, tick, I'm an icon

Slumerican tossed the barbarian off the bar area

Plus the dyed hair blonde-

Bitch over there, got her hips in the air

And her tits I'm aware, I'ma dip in a pair, I'ma lick on the set

That I'ma smash it, attack it, in the back till she's pissing the bed

Fist full of hair at your crib and a lounge hair you got a visitor there

Face shot to the clear, she dropped on the legs, yeah, and I let her kiss on the head

Hold my beer, don't hold my breath

Hold my weight, showing flex

I'm so hard, diamonds envy 'round me

Look, I'm so cool, I got my own climate

Mountainous terrain to climb no

You fuckin' with the hustle, need a rope

You want the vintage turquoise, Navajo

I stained that shit from stage at every show

Brad Spit, Matthew Mcconaublaze

Hollywood meets Elvis Messy

Pull up in a beat-up Honda that I stole to drunk drive cause I like Chevy's

Oh, here I go, no red carpet and no rope

Put me down there with my folk and let the Slum come strike a pose

I write my flows like a fighter

These are punches being thrown

To your nose, duck and jab

Leaving blood patterns on the clothes

I might be white Muhammed Ali

As-salamu alaykum, here for the feast

But I couldn't be a Muslim, that could never be

Cause I'm still pissin' in a barrel full of beez

Like a chair for a bear, I'ma need a bigger seat

To sit cross-legged, I swear I'm a Chief

Hey I hose off, staring at me

Better mourn the cow, bury the beef

I clip your wings like there's no air beneath a parakeet

Give you some rings around your eyes like I said marry me

Get to the bottom of it like Titanic, very deep

Make you a model puppet, like Jim Henson every week

Sesame Street, yes sir Big Bird

Leave 'em black and yellow like I live in Pittsburgh

Shit turds, with quick words, throw bricks of with, this pick is yours

All my fans, they pump the fist, get lit, and flip the bird

All my jams, they bump and kick and I just stick the words

Like a tube of super glue does for model aeroplanes

If the music chooses you, add the wheels and glue the wings

Then the paint, then the strings, then from the ceiling it will hang

Collect them all, don't let 'em fall

Until the critics come and frame

You working pictures then you switch up and you work on model trains

Just to keep 'em in suspicion like a pro, that's why I changed

So to all the people who supported me throughout the game

Over the years, I hope you like watching me grow

Yeah, Michael Wayne, Michael Wayne

Yeah, Ghetto Cowboy

5427 Hickory Park Drive off Bell Road

Antioch Tennessee

Via southside Alabama

G.A.D motherfucker

Trunk Muzik III

Gansta Walk (Get Buck Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Slumafia

Gangsta Boo

Catfish Billy, Yeah!

I am still that motherfucker

Ain't nothing new to this

Been that country cousin way before I even knew K.R.I.T

Seven hundred dollar glass of whiskey and I shoots it

Using my gold teeth to take an olive off a toothpick

Throw the bitch in an empty bottle then I stepped out the Silverado

Light a cigarette up and then hobble off into the alley way covered in smoke like the Legend of Sleepy Hallow

Colder than a December breeze in Chicago, rolling up my sleeves in this one and a lot of them out here working hard but that ain't my problem, fuck 'em all because of all that shit was borrowed

Got a bucket to piss in I'm good on this end, no college tuition

On a whole other mission, I'm headed to Memphis to fuck with the remix

Bumping Three-Six, pull up at the big pen and create a helix we repping for Felix

Been dripping, been leaking juice bitch you see 'em drinking

Look at all my puppy dogs, daddy left you in the kitchen

Now you fucking going off cooking up a new rendition

Country rappers on my balls look at the redneckism

Should've popped some Adderall, I wasn't paying attention

That ADD's like SATs I never took nothing for it

Dazed and confused major league dude, I never took nothing for it

I was just bored, I was just stuck in my trailer walking back and forth

Became a rapper just so I could sing a lose every fan that I had before

Everyday all day, didn't have that tattoo

Around about '08 back when I wore fat shoes

No Balenciaga's I was hoarding Jordan's with a corduroy hat fedora in Florida

Forget about the old me kinda sorta

Put on a pair of boots and I jump the border

But what's a boarder to a native quarter but a wave to make Trump create an order

I'm a rebel bitch I don't wade at the shore for a wave to crash I go and make the water

Transport a serpent earth I'm never nervous, you can't evolve living on the surface

You can't take me from my purpose, that's like taking 50 from Curtis

So hop in the next lane, yeah just I hop in the next lane

But I got the whole fucking highway, run over you like a sept tank

Trying to catch up in your Reeboks, you better watch where you're stepping

I'll shit on your Champion sweatsuit, cause we can get popped like a wedding

But I'm musically polygamous idiot rock and roll we did the same thing

Yeah I'm 'bout the Slum South, striped suits and the chain gangs

See if Johnny Cash and Jim Morrison became B-boys with Eminem and Pink Floyd

Then forged a group with Hank III of course then Slumerican would be the emporium

Trunk Muzik 3

[*cracks beer*]

Jesco White (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Catfish Billy!

MWA Bitch!

Low-fashion slum

Mr. Don Corleone!

One drop or a not from this boss

You may get rocked with the fist or shot what you stocked in the cross

Hairs of a semi-r [?] told through your notch-o

See I gave a fuck once, now I do not doze

Hello-I, lit up like a yellow light

Like a young Jesco White, on a mellow-yellow high

Chip a tooth when that pebble flies, back at that Chevy wheel

Seen the world through the Devil's eyes, he dead me to make a deal

I decline, king of mind, that's a waste of time

Give me a break, spit on the snake, let em taste the lines

Cowboy boots scaled like a plate of dimes

Black suede pressed dress to create a grime

You let your fangs hand, haters can't do a dang thang

But complain, comment and shame, claiming to gang-bang

That same bitch that you double-tapping to bang came

To my show like [?] psu-psudio to show me brain games

See visionaries ain't got no problem with execution

I just wake up like a rocket and hop up and fucking do it

No logical explanation on how I drop my music

I just find a socket, plug it in pocket and lock into it

Oh, what a wonderful feeling

Gotta take a minute and do some breathing

Ain't take a day off work since I went and took Cleveland, looking for a reason

Looking for a tie, looking for a suit

That Rock and Roll Hall-of-Fame is due

Overdue, but the road is loose

When you gonna evade this? No one's clue

No one knows, where it goes

Where you've been or what to do

But that's me in a nutshell bro

Going nuts, deja-vu

Oh what a dream, roll your boats

Sow your oats, all with the beans

Ain't no gas, kid let's rock, buy with the bot, not with the lean

In my coat when I fucking pop, like a mushroom in the morning gleam

After a rain, in the spring, Michael rain, yeah-that's me

Got it locked, that is key

Got it hot, in the sea

O-U-N-T-R-Y, kept this in your soar eyes

If you want that four-five, come on in the doors-wide

So deep that said your-tribe, welcome to the north side

Look out in the back, that Heisenberg hat, pork pie

Sick you to that kid, buck, three-six is our war cry

Kids are playing Fortnite, I was playing short-sight

Didn't see tomorrow, I just wanted one more bite

So I started stealing, chopping parts under the porch light

I just wanted better than what Mamma could afford, why?

Cause I am a son of a bitch! Hard as you ever saw

Showed up and get duck or get hit, with this a pepper y'all

Huddle-up with your fucked clique, and it's a methanol

Suck a dick, sucka suck shit, all through an effin' straw

Naw he didn't-oh, yes the fuck I did!

Now take these words, stay woke, and tattoo both eye lids

Y'all bitches sleeping on me? I need my own Hilton

I come with cots for you bots, go take a nap in the den

While I master a plan with the master in Mathers again

Slum-Shady on plum crazy get laughing again

But when that trash in the atmosphere like a ravenous wind

When I pass in that black Cadillac, with Travis and em'

Yeah, and its so much fun going at it again

I just might need to sing a bit, go get some practice and then

So let me clear my throat, let me see if I hear the notes

I hear the notes, now look in your black mirror and strike a pose

Ain't it good to be famous?

Everybody knows your name

But you can't walk around here shameless

90% of y'all so lame

Trunk Muzik 3...

Mango lyrics - Baldacci & Yelawolf

Take that party bitch back to the condo (yeah, yeah)

All they want to do is meet the mango (Mango mango)

You've been sleeping on me, take your blind fold (blind fold)

Give me that chop, chop, chop, chop

Cut it up

She's so freaky freaky

Take that party bitch back to the condo (yeah, yeah)

All she want to do is meet the mango (mango mango)

You've been sleeping on me, take your blind fold (blind fold)

Give me that chop, chop, chop, chop

Cut it up

She's so

She likes those boys in the band

She says that I'm her all-time favorite

When I make a move to her room, it's the right time

She's never hard to please

Oh girl

She caught that Uber to the hotel

We know that she don't wanna go home

She brought friends up in that SUV to have fun

But she's never far from me

Ooh girl

It's some, it's some, it's some in this house

They gone, they gone (uhh), they gone spill shit on the couch

They gone jump all in the bed like fucking kid's and get kicked out

Some of them bitches super tripping but I won't stop them

Cause I'm out, on that porch smoking that smoke

Drinking that drink and talking bout'

Flipping that bread with that plug

While she cuffin with the powd

Come get this when she's a loosie goose

That creek waters no drought

Talk about wet yeah she's wet damn they drooling at the mouth

Yelawolf, Yelawolf, Rock and Roll yeah that coke bag is poking out

Flipping that gram, I trip out

She said tell me bout' the south

Girl look down, that is how

Throw that straw up in your snout

That mean you just cross the county line

In 20, I'm pulling out

I'm bout' to

Take that party bitch back to the condo (yeah, yeah)

All they want to do is meet that mango (mango, mango)

You've been sleeping on me, take your blind fold (blind fold)

Give me that chop, chop, chop, chop

Cut it up

She's so freaky, freaky, freaky

Take that party bitch back to the condo (yeah, yeah)

All she want to do is meet that mango (mango, mango, mango)

You've been sleeping on me take your blind fold (Baldi, blind fold)

Give me that chop, chop, chop, chop

Cut it up

She's so freaky, freaky

I'm just out here on the grind though (mango, mango)

And though it's dark, It's time to shine though (pronto, pronto)

Got the keys to whip hit the hotel

Couple hoes no flicks cause' the hoes tell

Don't nobody say a word when it go down

Lil' mama going fast better slow down

Give the beast a peace mind though (mano, mano)

I take this Bitch back to the condo (vamos, vamos)

She like the boys from the gangs

She called her friends down to the hotel (come here)

When I get there she got bitches

Wanna tango

It's such a freaky scene (it is)

Take that party bitch back to the condo (yeah, yeah)

All they want to do is meet that mango (mango, mango)

You've been sleeping on me take your blind fold (blind fold)

Give me that chop, chop, chop, chop

Cut it up

She's so freaky, freaky, freaky

Take that party bitch back to the condo (yeah, yeah)

All she want to do is meet that mango (mango, mango, mango)

You've been sleeping on me take your blind fold (Baldi, blind fold)

Give me that chop, chop, chop, chop

Cut it up

She's so freaky, freaky

Freaky (mango, mango)

Mango like candy

Hahaha, yeah

Baldi, Catfish Billy

That AL, LA connect

Mango

Mtn Dew Mouth Freestyle lyrics - Yelawolf

Yeah, Yelawolf

Catfish Billy!

DJ Klever, Brian Jones, uh!

Two bricks, through the window

To hit, to cripple

Two fucks, not two given

I'm going to get 'em

Or going to prison, woah

Dangerous mind of a 22-year-old me

Damn what a shame

But I didn't know the pizza man

I'm just looking for the cheese and the bread for the culinary gang

Culinary gang, fuck it and I let the mullet hang

I ain't got the budget to go and cut it anyway

Wait, I forgot, I'm paid

Feels like yesterday when I hid in the shade

Now I live in a crib on the hill but I still wake up like I never met Sway

Never opened up for Wu-Tang, like Charlemagne Tha God - got nobody left to hate, perfect

Dirty white boys like me from the South got plenty shit to talk about

Like a front porch with a couch

What, you ain't never heard of Mountain Dew Mouth?

In West Virginia, they put that shit in baby bottles

Way I see it is, fuck it if you want a retard kid, it's made to swallow

So put a bigger hole in a rubber nipple, 'cause his little brother is soon to follow

Be a toothless coal miner just like daddy was and die young we're back in the hollow

I'm on some other shit, I'm on a mothership

Keep up with me, no, hoe don't type, bitch get a grip

Been around this club

With pros and played all my hits

Jump from stages to moshpits and swung my fists

Opened up a show for Wiz Khalifa

And his fans all yelled at me, damn

Soon as I get back to 'Bama

I'ma tell my mama y'all half of me (perfect)

Motherfuckers ain't popping no trunks tonight, huh

Nowhere to go, well fuck me

I'm coming back to San Diego with Danny Trejo and a machete

Food for thought, words must be edible

I gotta tapeworm, never full (ha)

Mixtape worm, never coiled

Tangled and stuck, loose and pulled

Like a Reader's Digest-I've system

Twisted with a list of mystic raps

I unfoil like a brisket hot, chopped, or liquid boiled

I'm fresh to death like Egyptian oil

Go down

God's child

Moses

Love

Way down in Egypt land

And through war, I

Can fill up a void

My soul is implored, I'm feeling it Lord

Through the will of my pen

To the end of my force, I carry the sword

Responsible for my own actions

Y'all better act like you know

I ain't no saint, I'm a sinner

But my guardian angel is close

A part of me anchors a ghost

But I can't take back what I've done

You could say that I've hurt people's hope

I didn't do it for fun

All those people that doubted a bum

I found my joy in the sadness

Learning how no to care takes practice and becomes a habit

Yeah, becomes a habit

It's an art form to not giving a fuck

Aw

Damn, back to what I do

Catfish Billy, baby hello how are you?

Devour nine rappers like a pair of lions fell into a swimming pool

I think I got the whole crew, boo

Let me know what y'all wanna do

I bought a 30 pack of Creek Water baby boo

99 99.99, not mine, I got a 100 proof that loosie juice

Don't be choosey floozy, who you talkin' to

Bitches actin' stupes, I'll just make that call to Gangsta Boo (perfect)

Yeah, then swerve the whip and curb the trick

And know this does not picture perfect scripts

Shall I shunder, no number, she was blundered

Me and Boo just robbed the bitch

Mafia, Slumafia

MWA motherfucker

Still Shady

Ghetto fuckin' Cowboy

Yeah, Trunk Muzik III

Pinto Bean (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Yeah!

Yeah!

Fu-Fu-Fucking Getting it (Yeah)

Yelawolf Bitch

Okay, okay, okay I told that bitch to meet me at the condo

Just tell me where I can locate that fucker Rondo

She said I know he somewhere dope and getting gassed up

So we stuck his ass up at canco

Oh boy, playboy, I'm too raw to have my own business

Ain't I just getting it though my story should be prohibited

Bitches is giggling, dudes are like infinitely hating

But this is pivotal shift in a career of Michael Atha, yeah!

Michael Atha on a bike, I'm psycho, Harley Davidson

Chick be poppin', if is droppin' then I'm microwaving, yeah!

Sip, sip and tripping, grab the mic and shock the stage in, yeah!

Leave 'em rocking, like the Cookup whipping pats of bacon, yeah!

Soda hold the door, before the show is over

So we toe to toe with the promoters, so and so is throwing show to so go get your motor rolling, get that one dash three and four and call up a patrol for local help before we hit road, I'm out

I am out, I am higher than a spot of a Chevron, oil leaking and gasoline is in a drought, out!

In that Chevrolet still, yeah I'm in that Chevrolet still

He want hand racks for that dip, boy I bet I pay for them wheels

I'm nervous 'bout that rent, boy I better wait for that deal

I'm nervous about that bitch, boy I bet I pay for them pills

Church! All hail, Yelawolf went so far left that he came full circle

No bullets in the revolver left (left)

Been at the cross, with the tall nails (tall nails)

But I'm at peace with my fate, boss (fate boss)

Third eye open so set sail (set sail)

Man it was nothing like what they thought

From Alabama so, how did I get so open minded

When I got Hillbillies posted up, dipping Skoal behind me

Go poke around the soil, my roots are covered in blood

How can I not be deep? unfold the origami

I went from salami and ramen noodles to wasabi and "what is it?" I can't pronounce those, who?

See you can take the boy up out the swimming hole

But you can't take Catfish Billy up out the flows, nah

You begin fuck around looking like somebody took your best chicken from the coop

And took your coupé and crashed it into the booth

With the full intention of fucking you

Hip Hop

I am a leader, but neither with I soon admit to it neither

If you say I'm a leader then follow me, don't bother me with the fucking ideas, seen

Quote it, printed, ching, after every single dream

Ash to wind is to me, Pinto Beans, Chingo Bling

And blue suede is to king, like a blade is to sling

And I reckon I'm gon' kill him

Trunk Muzik 3 (Bitch!)

Skallywag Freestyle lyrics - Yelawolf

It looks like

Baldhead Skallywag

Maybe that

Baldhead Skallywag, talking this and that

You may have an allergic reaction, shut up bitch

You may have an allergic reaction, hello

Or just plain crazy, hello

Plain crazy, yeah

5150, look, huh?

Ain't nothing wrong with me

Except for maybe my ambition

If I'm crazy for dreaming I fell down a long tree

Hit every limb on the way down and bumped my noggin'

A hollow head, my mama said, is someone knocking?

That's why keepin' me from winnin' is a major job

Because I wish a motherfucker would, I pray to God

Yelawolf, and I'm an egg in the frying pan

Couple loose screws on the hub cap tires and

Possibly my papa see, he got the T, the H, the C

He got that private property, he dropped the C

The crop PV to got to me, to pipe the weed

Where did it lead?

It led me down, it led me up, to LSD illogically, yeah

White boys all over the world getting buck cause they know just what I'm talkin' bout

Black boys all over the world getting buck cause they know just what I'm talkin' bout

Brown boy, yellow boy, whatever the hell boy

Follow my trail, they lost the route

So many more foes running with the mojo

That I could've made a show like Austin Powers

Words with words, I'm cold, blizzard McFlurry

No wine, no cloak, reserved, yes sir, certainly

My box goes 'round the curb real slow, no hurry

Then out my window goes the gun for purging

Look, look like deers in a cage so

Jesus take the wheel, you steer, I'll slay, then

We'll go get a couple cold beers, what you say

And he handed me a solid gold draco engraved and

Pop, pop, pop, pop, I just drop 4 cops that mob with the Ku Klux Klan

He said that's why I say hey man nice shot, that's a nice shot man

Blood drops on another couple white van

Laid down by the hand of a white man

Damn, and I sleep like a baby

With the gold draco lying on the nightstand

Watching too much Killer Mike (Love)

Sometimes it sucks to be human (Hate it)

Sometimes it sucks to be white (Love)

Dealing with these institutions (Hate it)

Thank God I had mixed children (Love)

That is my contribution (Hate it)

Without them, I probably would snap (Love)

But I'll just choose the music

Suited, booted, I'm ready Eddy

I'll use my noodle like mom's spaghetti

The truth is brutal, it's hard and heavy

But the truth is used for them lies and deadly

So keepin' it real is not slang

It's a must-have, gotta live thang

To some of y'all, it's just a new game

Like a muskrat with a shoestring

Toys, now that's what graffiti writers used to call lames

I used to be a graffiti writer so I know how to scale and bomb trains

Noise, now that's what my Uncle used to call Hip-Hop

90% of the time when I listen to new shit, I say the same thing

Choice, either you gotta make one or they'll make one up for you

Be an original, not a percentage of a dying trend just to make bank

Poise, position of power is a blessing but can be a curse

Be the worth of your soul, not the worth of your pocket and purse now let's get this bitch crank

I just shook y'all motherfuckers

Black truck, masked up, 10 deep, no sleep

Robbing the house on the hill

I came up with crooks and took that risk to top

Boy I'm that real

Trunk Muzik III