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