[Intro:]
I'm a firestarter! Hot damn!
That's why everywhere that I go they try to put me out
Bitch, I'm a firestarter, hot damn!
But this fire's out of control and bitch you can't put me out
[Hook:]
Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, I'm a problem!
Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, I'm a problem!
[Verse 1:]
Sticks and stones and bricks and bones
Lift to me dome, get all of my calls
Spitting my wishes, push on me cold
But the coke and the pigment take me Rose!
Reaching my own shit, ready to hang me down
You're an original, you know when you're standing out
You just staying around, ready for God 'cause like a wiz they panning out
Pulling your panties up, oh!
Ride no more, and I don't end up like a duck for the season hear me outs
Move when they fare me out
Yea, you was hoping to fare me out
But the harder the pain, the bigger my fame gets
Call me a motherfucker speaking my language
Chain this, bang this, I'm a bang on your head
Til you fall like a steep, and it easy get painless
While I stand over your monument like a crane lift
30 thousand galons on the palet to paint with
But even though I give you many colors to paint with
You would pick up the machine with my fucking painting
So go ahead and make your changes
I'll be back in the booth with a fucking flame lit!
I'm a firestarter, but you don't find water
You don't know me son, like I don't know my father
You just gotta relax, homie, yeah!
Breathe in, breathe out (and breathe)
'Cause this fire in me
Breathe in, breathe out
It ain't going out
Breathe in, breathe out
I was born to be this shit
Breathe in, breathe out
Just gotta realize
Cause all my life I've been a firestarter
I don't know what it is about my soul that's got me hot and bothered
Somebody find me water, somebody find me water
Cause I'm hotter than a preacher's daughter,
Hotter than dry leaves in August
Yeah, I'm a firestarter!
[Hook:]
Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, I'm a problem!
Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, I'm a problem!
[Verse 2:]
And I'm dialing
Better pick the telephone, me calling
Cat fish, really got the drill up on calling
Act to the wall and run for the office
In the back window steel, where the ball get?
AK clappin, no nigga pow that
Choppers always, coppers all get
Young, we barely to live in the morning
Death to my haters, say bitch to your coffin
Death to them coffin, ten toes down motherfucker I'm owling
Ya'll play too much, get to pause it
Remind yourself that the Wolf is a auction
Going once, going twice, 25-35-50-50-55, balling!
Better take it in mind partner
Trunk music is a piece of gold
Uh, yeay! Take you to the truck and throw it in the day
What you got here? Now better give Denzel the white boy's redneck
With all due respect
So run it back til you go this leg
See? Long wings like dead
See city girls, bathroom nightmare
Seats back in the line
You already know who make these!
I'm a firestarter, sweet dream, sweet dreams
Bitch, I'm a firestarter, sweet dream, sweet dreams
[Hook:]
Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm a firestarter,
Uh, uh, uh, uh yeah, I'm a problem!
Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm a firestarter,
But this fire's out of control and bitch you can't put me out
Way Out lyrics - Yelawolf
[Hook:]
Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out
Drunk as fool, throwin' that Jimmy back until I'm laid out
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talkin' way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talkin' way out
Rollin' country side anywhere that I go, hey now
Drunk on 'Quake, cops pullin' off they tellin' me "turn it way down"
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talkin' way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talkin' way out
[Verse 1:]
Yeah – intergalactic, out of my mind and into traffic
In the pepper Converse tryna climb out
And risk it with nothin' in my backpack
It's me: a son of a bitch, a child of a prick
A stepson you don't wanna hit
Ooo wee, no, not him – not Lil' Wayne, Michael Wayne
Who you thought it was, B?
Damn right, and I'm on a tightrope
Screamin' out "die bitch!" Fuck my life...
I ain't never give a fuck, I could never give a fuck now
So put the chain on my bike, yeah
Put that bitch back on the sprocket,
Give me the pistol before you cock it
Let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us
Pour up, yeah, poppin' these, shockin', ain't it mane?
Well I guess nobody wants to be broke, right? Black or white
Paint the frame,
'Cause I'm only used to refusing the stereotypes of a name
I ain't a name – I'm a soul, I'm a piece of gold
I'm a pro, I'm a piece of shit too...
What I gotta do if I gotta roll? Guess what?
I'm a roll all over you when I'm ridin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Used to watch my beeper chirp, new Dickies and a Backbreaker shirt
My world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of Earth
Tennessee loud, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor storm
Media wrong, media right, rightin' my wrong, lean to get along
Don't come to get this, children go - this building is about to blow
I don't know what I'm a do with this feeling
Inside of my mind and soul
I'm a one-in-a-million human show
Shoulda been the motherfuckin' Truman Show
But if you seen me gettin' raped as a child
You probably wouldn't give me room to grow
Heavy blow, take a heavy sigh, like a runner on the daily, high oh my
You'll be good, baby boy, don't cry
I can make a boat with the broke up rhymes
God made me the Cherokee
Like no, I can't let the world off the hook this time
And if you didn't want this catfish shit,
In fact, you shoulda never shook that line
Readied that hook, took this time, to press play, then rewind
I would rather be drunk than be blind
To the space age pimp shit that I combine
With what I know, rock and roll, I'm so famous, country fresh
That I can't take one step in the fuckin' street when I'm in public
So I get in this...
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Yeah, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit (sprayed out)
Still ridin' them Chevrolets, know what I mean? (laid out)
Alabama, South Kakalak is way out
You know we way out
Trunk Muzik is way out
Rollin' country side anywhere that I go, hey now
Drunk on 'Quake, cops pullin' off they tellin' me "turn it way down"
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talkin' way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talkin' way out
Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out
Drunk as fool, throwin' that Jimmy back until I'm laid out
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talkin' way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talkin' way out
Rollin' country side anywhere that I go, hey now
Drunk on 'Quake, cops pullin' off they tellin' me "turn it way down"
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talkin' way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talkin' way out
[Verse 1:]
Yeah – intergalactic, out of my mind and into traffic
In the pepper Converse tryna climb out
And risk it with nothin' in my backpack
It's me: a son of a bitch, a child of a prick
A stepson you don't wanna hit
Ooo wee, no, not him – not Lil' Wayne, Michael Wayne
Who you thought it was, B?
Damn right, and I'm on a tightrope
Screamin' out "die bitch!" Fuck my life...
I ain't never give a fuck, I could never give a fuck now
So put the chain on my bike, yeah
Put that bitch back on the sprocket,
Give me the pistol before you cock it
Let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us
Pour up, yeah, poppin' these, shockin', ain't it mane?
Well I guess nobody wants to be broke, right? Black or white
Paint the frame,
'Cause I'm only used to refusing the stereotypes of a name
I ain't a name – I'm a soul, I'm a piece of gold
I'm a pro, I'm a piece of shit too...
What I gotta do if I gotta roll? Guess what?
I'm a roll all over you when I'm ridin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Used to watch my beeper chirp, new Dickies and a Backbreaker shirt
My world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of Earth
Tennessee loud, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor storm
Media wrong, media right, rightin' my wrong, lean to get along
Don't come to get this, children go - this building is about to blow
I don't know what I'm a do with this feeling
Inside of my mind and soul
I'm a one-in-a-million human show
Shoulda been the motherfuckin' Truman Show
But if you seen me gettin' raped as a child
You probably wouldn't give me room to grow
Heavy blow, take a heavy sigh, like a runner on the daily, high oh my
You'll be good, baby boy, don't cry
I can make a boat with the broke up rhymes
God made me the Cherokee
Like no, I can't let the world off the hook this time
And if you didn't want this catfish shit,
In fact, you shoulda never shook that line
Readied that hook, took this time, to press play, then rewind
I would rather be drunk than be blind
To the space age pimp shit that I combine
With what I know, rock and roll, I'm so famous, country fresh
That I can't take one step in the fuckin' street when I'm in public
So I get in this...
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Yeah, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit (sprayed out)
Still ridin' them Chevrolets, know what I mean? (laid out)
Alabama, South Kakalak is way out
You know we way out
Trunk Muzik is way out
Rollin' country side anywhere that I go, hey now
Drunk on 'Quake, cops pullin' off they tellin' me "turn it way down"
Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talkin' way out
Dude, I'm way out – I'm talkin' way out
F.A.S.T Ride lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro:]
(You know my Uncle Critter said,
"You look like you been shot at and missed
Shit at and hit"
[Hook:]
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, on that ass, bitch
And I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
[Verse 1:]
Mello Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk, what?
Country folks don't talk much
They just get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
Sleepin' bag by the bricks: call me the fly, I'm on some shit
Drum this out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I should've been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked when I'm around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel made it
I'll slap Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and upset
But I don't run clumsy, punch a perp'
A one, two, three: I'm at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please don't leave
Just give me the keys and crank that beat
'Cause I might double up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe I'm cold, I'm a freeze this beat
Like Freon, frickin' neon, that's me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause I'm...
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
So what's new?
Been on that shit, where's the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps I'm playin' Relapse
Boss, Eminem saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who thought?
Just toss the white trash out the window
Now I'm in a ditch like broken pencils
Empty bottles and stolen rentals
This one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring 'em in, though
Out the rain, what's a friend for?
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the door
Had to add a syllable to that word
Country, but, oh, of course
Bitches go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, don't need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, let's roll
These hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword
With a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin' bitch, it's pay your rent day
Do I not look like my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin' pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Yeah... yeah...
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, ho
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my shit now...
Let's go!
(You know my Uncle Critter said,
"You look like you been shot at and missed
Shit at and hit"
[Hook:]
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, on that ass, bitch
And I be bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
[Verse 1:]
Mello Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk, what?
Country folks don't talk much
They just get to work: sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
Sleepin' bag by the bricks: call me the fly, I'm on some shit
Drum this out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I should've been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked when I'm around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel made it
I'll slap Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and upset
But I don't run clumsy, punch a perp'
A one, two, three: I'm at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please don't leave
Just give me the keys and crank that beat
'Cause I might double up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe I'm cold, I'm a freeze this beat
Like Freon, frickin' neon, that's me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause I'm...
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
So what's new?
Been on that shit, where's the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps I'm playin' Relapse
Boss, Eminem saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who thought?
Just toss the white trash out the window
Now I'm in a ditch like broken pencils
Empty bottles and stolen rentals
This one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring 'em in, though
Out the rain, what's a friend for?
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the door
Had to add a syllable to that word
Country, but, oh, of course
Bitches go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, don't need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, let's roll
These hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword
With a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin' bitch, it's pay your rent day
Do I not look like my name was MJ
One glove and a fuckin' pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Yeah... yeah...
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, ho
Bumpin' this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my...
Yeah, I'm on my shit now...
I'm on my shit now...
Let's go!
Box Chevy Part 4 lyrics - Yelawolf
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I just popped some pills,
And all I want to do is not to feel,
Like a fucking ball on a soccer field,
'Cause everybody seems so not for real.
While this moon is up,
I want to ride around with you in the trunk.
I hope you don't mind I assumed you was,
'Cause I went and got a room for us.
So let's drink some drinks,
Until we get so drunk we can't wait,
To pull each other's clothes off and get naked,
And make the motherfucking Chevy shake.
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Now I'm feeling fine,
In my 1979,
Trunk full of knock and the cup with the lime,
And I think that it's about that time.
So give me a shot.
I'm a take it up to the mountain top,
Or we could make it bounce in the parking lot,
Straight up in the police parking spot, fuck the cops.
We can roll,
All over the city we can go,
Everywhere you want to creeping low,
Baby I just want to beat the show.
So fuck that boom,
'Cause I got the Chevy engine tuned,
And I'll keep it running just for you,
While we illegally screw.
I just popped some pills,
And all I want to do is not to feel,
Like a fucking ball on a soccer field,
'Cause everybody seems so not for real.
While this moon is up,
I want to ride around with you in the trunk.
I hope you don't mind I assumed you was,
'Cause I went and got a room for us.
So let's drink some drinks,
Until we get so drunk we can't wait,
To pull each other's clothes off and get naked,
And make the motherfucking Chevy shake.
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Now I'm feeling fine,
In my 1979,
Trunk full of knock and the cup with the lime,
And I think that it's about that time.
So give me a shot.
I'm a take it up to the mountain top,
Or we could make it bounce in the parking lot,
Straight up in the police parking spot, fuck the cops.
We can roll,
All over the city we can go,
Everywhere you want to creeping low,
Baby I just want to beat the show.
So fuck that boom,
'Cause I got the Chevy engine tuned,
And I'll keep it running just for you,
While we illegally screw.
Hustle lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Paul Wall)
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Rolling with the top down, on peanut butter guts
Trolling, I'm about to climb
Load the gun, turn the base up, turn it up
Holding that Glock nine in case a hater run up
Callin, I'm the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts
I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor
It's just me and that dodo
These [?] strolling, I stop and poke 'em
But I'm trying to get that dojo
Ridin' dirty, ain't no hobo
It's just me strapped up like a GoPro
And I one deep; Han Solo
Hoes trying to capture me like a photo, hustle
All I need is two cups of drank
With the system crank and a fifth of [?]
See me pulling pranks in my candy paint
Pull broads around me in crowds
Both tires when I hit the breaks
My hustle skills you can't debate
Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank
Till I'm dead and up in them clouds
Getting to the cake, man, fuck your faith
Riding outta state with a Texas plate
Speakers in the back be like an eighth
415 rock up [?] skate
Crawl like a snake, boys gonna hate
But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait
Save the bullshit, I ain't gotta cape
All I got till I'm in the grave
Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle
[Hook: Yelawolf]
Pack it up and send it all away 9 to 5
I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)
Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space
Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)
Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013
Boy, we gotta (hustle)
We gotta, we gotta (hustle)
You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle)
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe
In the people that I was put in front of
And told that I had an opportunity to become a part of a situation
That put me in a position to maybe
Some day break out of a small town
I guess I fell for the okey doke
I suppose I couldn't turn around in the hokey poke game
To see lames and other folks
Who thought joke was being played on me
Oh, where the story goes again
Here we go again, I'll again frown while the motherfuckers grin
I can hear the sound of the gate closing in
And I can feel the breeze of the hate blowing in
Cause they all wanna go sightseeing
Up in the Chevy and ride further in the wild
And they kinda wanna drive, even make a turn off a road
You ain't familiar with, enough to pay for the gas for a little bit then
Before you know it, you got a best friend
But when he started off he was just hitchhiking
Should have heard when he said wolf for real
If you're chill, you'll find another one just like him
But it's hard as a motherfucker to say no
When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro
And everything that he's saying
He's saying to pay him close attention
So you put your hand low
Palms, out, opened, hoping
And you can even see that engine smoking
Plus all the money that he gave you owe him
Rearview mirrors all of them broken
Black boys, white boys, just a token
For the slot machine, and the gambling notion
Scamming and scoping, the animal inside
The cannibal chose him, me
I fell for another man's hustle
[Hook: Yelawolf]
Rolling with the top down, on peanut butter guts
Trolling, I'm about to climb
Load the gun, turn the base up, turn it up
Holding that Glock nine in case a hater run up
Callin, I'm the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts
I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor
It's just me and that dodo
These [?] strolling, I stop and poke 'em
But I'm trying to get that dojo
Ridin' dirty, ain't no hobo
It's just me strapped up like a GoPro
And I one deep; Han Solo
Hoes trying to capture me like a photo, hustle
All I need is two cups of drank
With the system crank and a fifth of [?]
See me pulling pranks in my candy paint
Pull broads around me in crowds
Both tires when I hit the breaks
My hustle skills you can't debate
Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank
Till I'm dead and up in them clouds
Getting to the cake, man, fuck your faith
Riding outta state with a Texas plate
Speakers in the back be like an eighth
415 rock up [?] skate
Crawl like a snake, boys gonna hate
But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait
Save the bullshit, I ain't gotta cape
All I got till I'm in the grave
Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle
[Hook: Yelawolf]
Pack it up and send it all away 9 to 5
I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)
Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space
Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)
Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013
Boy, we gotta (hustle)
We gotta, we gotta (hustle)
You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle)
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe
In the people that I was put in front of
And told that I had an opportunity to become a part of a situation
That put me in a position to maybe
Some day break out of a small town
I guess I fell for the okey doke
I suppose I couldn't turn around in the hokey poke game
To see lames and other folks
Who thought joke was being played on me
Oh, where the story goes again
Here we go again, I'll again frown while the motherfuckers grin
I can hear the sound of the gate closing in
And I can feel the breeze of the hate blowing in
Cause they all wanna go sightseeing
Up in the Chevy and ride further in the wild
And they kinda wanna drive, even make a turn off a road
You ain't familiar with, enough to pay for the gas for a little bit then
Before you know it, you got a best friend
But when he started off he was just hitchhiking
Should have heard when he said wolf for real
If you're chill, you'll find another one just like him
But it's hard as a motherfucker to say no
When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro
And everything that he's saying
He's saying to pay him close attention
So you put your hand low
Palms, out, opened, hoping
And you can even see that engine smoking
Plus all the money that he gave you owe him
Rearview mirrors all of them broken
Black boys, white boys, just a token
For the slot machine, and the gambling notion
Scamming and scoping, the animal inside
The cannibal chose him, me
I fell for another man's hustle
[Hook: Yelawolf]
Catfish Billy lyrics - Yelawolf
[Dialogue:]
[Boy1:] Pa's just got a lot of things to do
[Boy2:] Like what?
[Boy1:] Doesn't matter, I don't want Pa to skin me alive like he's gonna do to you if he finds out
[Boy2:] Pa said not to bother him, and if he's not gonna be home, how can I bother him?
[Boy1:] It'd be better if you just forget about it
[Boy2:] Well I'm going to do it, and I'm gonna take Jack with me, 'cause Pa didn't say anything to him
[Intro:]
Way down this country road and I holler
Where they make that moon shine still
There's an old man on the porch on a shack
And the shack is where he lives
Round the town they call him Paul
It's Paul from on the hill
And every time Paul does slay a hog
You can hear that hoggy squeal
[Verse 1:]
I'm from the valley of the bible belt
That motherfucker preacher's daughter's son
Where they can't find no woman, no man, no cousin, no friend without a gun
Alabama that is my home
Fucking trailer park has got my heart
Off in the hood, I make home when I play in the woods after dark,
You won't find me sober much
Always got a bottle of Jacky O
I take my sips, I talk my shit
And I fight anybody that wants to go
Tall and slim, walk with a limp
'Cause my nuts are oversized
Fuck your dope and your alcohol
Because your shit is overpriced
Hit the bootleg for twenty-four before I'm 21 (mathematics)
Going to jail 'cause I'm drunk at Piggly-Wiggly (dagnabbit)
'Cause I be here and I do my time
'Cause I can't make bail on minimum wage
Nothing to do in the country but get
Drunk and watch that pendulum sway
Back in the saddle again
Throw my middle finger up to the law
I ain't gotta rob nobody tonight
But I might do it just because
I am a nut, I get bored
Did some pills but I want more
Fuck this world, fuck this town
If I fuck you once I fuck you sore
[Bridge:]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit goddamn
Pussy cunt bitch suck a cock
If you want some of this rock'n'roll
Take this pipe, suck this rock
Just a flock, super-hot
Clean 'em up, grab a mop
Catfish on my shit, fuck with me you gonna get dropped
[Hook:]
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy
[Verse 2:]
You don't want it with me motherfucker
I promise I put you with the piranhas inside of a shallow swamp
And then make you follow a boat full of drinking water
And sing to you lullabies
While I sip on Coronas under umbrellas.
Got a propeller sharp enough to eat through a two footed
Root of a tree, if it's onto me then it's cool like it's moving
So why do you think I fucking hate it
Or lay a log in front of my boat and put a stop to what I do buddy whatever
When I get up in the morning I think about
When it's all over they can put my body up in the river
With everything I did for the culture
Inside of a book and light a candle for my mama who got sick on the fucking fame
Immediately media will follow me to the end of the river
While the people around my body deliver rhythms and syllables, relevant to my scripture
I'm a sick son of a bitch, do you get the picture?
My fucking name is Catfish, really though
[Hook:]
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy
[Boy1:] Pa's just got a lot of things to do
[Boy2:] Like what?
[Boy1:] Doesn't matter, I don't want Pa to skin me alive like he's gonna do to you if he finds out
[Boy2:] Pa said not to bother him, and if he's not gonna be home, how can I bother him?
[Boy1:] It'd be better if you just forget about it
[Boy2:] Well I'm going to do it, and I'm gonna take Jack with me, 'cause Pa didn't say anything to him
[Intro:]
Way down this country road and I holler
Where they make that moon shine still
There's an old man on the porch on a shack
And the shack is where he lives
Round the town they call him Paul
It's Paul from on the hill
And every time Paul does slay a hog
You can hear that hoggy squeal
[Verse 1:]
I'm from the valley of the bible belt
That motherfucker preacher's daughter's son
Where they can't find no woman, no man, no cousin, no friend without a gun
Alabama that is my home
Fucking trailer park has got my heart
Off in the hood, I make home when I play in the woods after dark,
You won't find me sober much
Always got a bottle of Jacky O
I take my sips, I talk my shit
And I fight anybody that wants to go
Tall and slim, walk with a limp
'Cause my nuts are oversized
Fuck your dope and your alcohol
Because your shit is overpriced
Hit the bootleg for twenty-four before I'm 21 (mathematics)
Going to jail 'cause I'm drunk at Piggly-Wiggly (dagnabbit)
'Cause I be here and I do my time
'Cause I can't make bail on minimum wage
Nothing to do in the country but get
Drunk and watch that pendulum sway
Back in the saddle again
Throw my middle finger up to the law
I ain't gotta rob nobody tonight
But I might do it just because
I am a nut, I get bored
Did some pills but I want more
Fuck this world, fuck this town
If I fuck you once I fuck you sore
[Bridge:]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit goddamn
Pussy cunt bitch suck a cock
If you want some of this rock'n'roll
Take this pipe, suck this rock
Just a flock, super-hot
Clean 'em up, grab a mop
Catfish on my shit, fuck with me you gonna get dropped
[Hook:]
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy
[Verse 2:]
You don't want it with me motherfucker
I promise I put you with the piranhas inside of a shallow swamp
And then make you follow a boat full of drinking water
And sing to you lullabies
While I sip on Coronas under umbrellas.
Got a propeller sharp enough to eat through a two footed
Root of a tree, if it's onto me then it's cool like it's moving
So why do you think I fucking hate it
Or lay a log in front of my boat and put a stop to what I do buddy whatever
When I get up in the morning I think about
When it's all over they can put my body up in the river
With everything I did for the culture
Inside of a book and light a candle for my mama who got sick on the fucking fame
Immediately media will follow me to the end of the river
While the people around my body deliver rhythms and syllables, relevant to my scripture
I'm a sick son of a bitch, do you get the picture?
My fucking name is Catfish, really though
[Hook:]
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea
Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy
Gangster lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. ASAP Rocky & Big Henry)
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
There must've been something about my careless upbringing
That got me into so much trouble at school and shit
Could've been the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid
I soaked up everything that I could from the people that stayed at my house
Biker gangs, waking up to people that I didn't know crashed out on my couch
Really didn't know at the time, that I didn't have a normal life
And when I took that attitude to a new neighborhood I had to learn to fight
And respect from the kids like me was immediately minority
I guess it must've been that "I don't give a fuck about none of y'all" shit that sorted me
Out from the rest of the haves, and the have-nots took me in as kin
Outcast, poor white trash, and that's where I learned to make my friends
But I've always been a weirdo to my homie cause I wanted to go be an entertainer
He was selling rock out his window
I was the rapper and my best friend was a...
[Hook: Yelawolf]
Gangster, gangster, gangster
Aye, what we gettin' into tonight?
Step into the ride, lookin' through the eyes of a motherfuckin'
Gangster, gangster
So, am I gonna risk my life, to ride?
You're motherfuckin' right
When your best friend is a gangster
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Danger, we pistol banging, another homicide
Rollin' in the Chevy, motherfucker, ride or die
Ridin' in the scraper low, it shake from side to side
If the paper low, his burner on his side, murder on his mind
Only 21 and still he strives to stay alive
Feelin' paranoia, too much pride to stay inside
Ain't no time to wait around, find the safest place to hide
Drop a chopper, lay you down, it's the fastest way to God
Grandmama tell him "Son, you gotta pray to God"
Gamble with your life and then you gotta pay the price
Place your bet and roll the die, thank the Lord and pray to Christ
'Cause you almost spent your life livin' as a young motherfuckin'...
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big Henry]
Ever look in the eyes of a G?
Cold, cold world that's what you gon' see
When the cash slow up, masks go on
Chevy slow up, that's what it's gon' be
Game so hot that a nigga might melt
OG stripes up under my belt
Do it by myself, I don't need no help
5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the left
Big Henry, bitch – nobody else
Ten toes down, march nigga, step!
If I pop that trunk I'm a pop me a chump
Leave a nigga slumped with his chin in his chest
Bang, bang, bang, nigga, real G shit
Half of these rappers ain't live like this
On behalf of the streets I live like this
Nobody really knows why it is like this
When it comes to a buck, I'm a mathematician
Go and hit the block like a car collision
Niggas talkin' money, you ain't starvin', is ya?
You start to lose weight like they pausing in ya
So go and idle down, my nigga, pardon a nigga
Fuck around and I'm a put a part in a nigga
Fuck around, I'm a pull apart the nigga
Applaud a nigga, straight from the block
Lord, my nigga, you know the game don't stop, that's...
[Hook]
There must've been something about my careless upbringing
That got me into so much trouble at school and shit
Could've been the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kid
I soaked up everything that I could from the people that stayed at my house
Biker gangs, waking up to people that I didn't know crashed out on my couch
Really didn't know at the time, that I didn't have a normal life
And when I took that attitude to a new neighborhood I had to learn to fight
And respect from the kids like me was immediately minority
I guess it must've been that "I don't give a fuck about none of y'all" shit that sorted me
Out from the rest of the haves, and the have-nots took me in as kin
Outcast, poor white trash, and that's where I learned to make my friends
But I've always been a weirdo to my homie cause I wanted to go be an entertainer
He was selling rock out his window
I was the rapper and my best friend was a...
[Hook: Yelawolf]
Gangster, gangster, gangster
Aye, what we gettin' into tonight?
Step into the ride, lookin' through the eyes of a motherfuckin'
Gangster, gangster
So, am I gonna risk my life, to ride?
You're motherfuckin' right
When your best friend is a gangster
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Danger, we pistol banging, another homicide
Rollin' in the Chevy, motherfucker, ride or die
Ridin' in the scraper low, it shake from side to side
If the paper low, his burner on his side, murder on his mind
Only 21 and still he strives to stay alive
Feelin' paranoia, too much pride to stay inside
Ain't no time to wait around, find the safest place to hide
Drop a chopper, lay you down, it's the fastest way to God
Grandmama tell him "Son, you gotta pray to God"
Gamble with your life and then you gotta pay the price
Place your bet and roll the die, thank the Lord and pray to Christ
'Cause you almost spent your life livin' as a young motherfuckin'...
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big Henry]
Ever look in the eyes of a G?
Cold, cold world that's what you gon' see
When the cash slow up, masks go on
Chevy slow up, that's what it's gon' be
Game so hot that a nigga might melt
OG stripes up under my belt
Do it by myself, I don't need no help
5-9 Hoover, nigga, hat to the left
Big Henry, bitch – nobody else
Ten toes down, march nigga, step!
If I pop that trunk I'm a pop me a chump
Leave a nigga slumped with his chin in his chest
Bang, bang, bang, nigga, real G shit
Half of these rappers ain't live like this
On behalf of the streets I live like this
Nobody really knows why it is like this
When it comes to a buck, I'm a mathematician
Go and hit the block like a car collision
Niggas talkin' money, you ain't starvin', is ya?
You start to lose weight like they pausing in ya
So go and idle down, my nigga, pardon a nigga
Fuck around and I'm a put a part in a nigga
Fuck around, I'm a pull apart the nigga
Applaud a nigga, straight from the block
Lord, my nigga, you know the game don't stop, that's...
[Hook]
Rhyme Room lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Raekwon & Killer Mike)
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ayo I'm done selling drugs and buying keys on consignment
I'm about to buy a lab and purchase me a lion
Drug money is sucks, I'm the lux, drunk as a fuck
Be going hard, bitch ass you butt
But still in all I gain I don't know no other way
I'm cooler than the M6 play
I run with drug niggas who ya one day
One pay, one K
Sun play, some spray
Half of these niggas underage
They came with the purple T
Grape shit, some call it gray
I call it revolutionizing in the mix
My money he man now
Was shakin, don't fuck with them snakes
Fuckin with them fix hustle niggas is gay
If that's your thing, cold play
Don't get in my way
We got hack saws that smack jaws, betray me
Bout to get you more
What you in this for? Aye chill
The official just late, give him his way
That's my nigga no big and give him his space
If they front on us we frontin' back, piss in his face
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Peace to the God, what's up?
More I'm late in the cut
Layin' in the cut with a slut
Late in the cut on the peanut butter guts
With a slut but Brazilian, half to a but
Denzel coo, stand niggas stall like "woo!"
Whippin that work like "woo!"
Ric Flair "woo! ", Ric Flair "woo!"
I'm penguin pussy goo
Since I wage in a brand new coup
Fuck niggas suck dick til you strangle
Therefore hatin on a real ass G
Like me talkin bout air got Anna
Say fuck your bright but a nigga named Mike
Fuck nigga, yea I'm a king in Atlanta
You don't wanna be a new star round the TV channel
Talkin bout last scene in Atlanta
Bitch I take your life, sleep good that night
Crab crab legs in Savana
I'm so Tony Montana
Nose full of coke, M16, all black hammer
Put coke in the street, in a week everything jump back
Sweet Sweden and a can of Fanta
Polo polo had the flow ho
I got horses on pajamas
Yea, late night I might take flight
With 3 hoes like my name Santa
Yea yea, I drive a Chevy and I treat it like a Phantom
I bought a '96 Impala and I named it MJG
'Cause we pimp hard and we pimp hard
And a bitch can't ride for free
Gone
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Peace to the gods
Way to hit the breaks home boy
You about to fall asleep in the car
Run a red light on me motherfucker
I'm a pull the Chevy over and reach in the glove
Speak from the blood
Kin folk, you don't wanna see my pin though
You don't wanna see me unplugged
If I pull a 9 out, over night I'll sign out
You should know I gets a bug in the rug
Get the buzz on drugs and chug a jug of sauce til I bust the goods
Man I could make a deacon dirty when I speak
I'm murdering, I make a mean mugging cause
When I lean in the cut
Listen, this 30 yard 6 when your out of that window
Tiers in the mud
Got the soul of an old man, I can feel the love
So call me daddy, lay my balls on the cag
'Cause I drive em nuts
Don't follow in envy if you ain't following where
'Cause I'm about grinding plus
These songs that I write got life, I can sick em on tree
They did grow target
Takin more lefs to the boys in the Bronx
I'm losing heroin
Let em go ball, just give em more weed
Dollars in the kitchen, povery
Did I forget to mention I'm an emcee?
That I have to prove it on BET
And cyphered twice but that just might be
I know
So radioactive, had a couple of radio attempts
But I don't wanna be radioactive anymore now
Than I wanna jump off a cliff
This I promise,
Catfish Billy, you can put Trunk Muzik in the picture frame
You ain't gotta tell me that I made a mistake and some of that shit was lame
But all I wanna do is say "fuck that shit" and please accept my change
I was on the tryna people please
So people please, know my name
Now back to the metaphors
It's better for me to settle scores instead of more self-loathe
And I put tags on toes
And like I'm in the morgue and I'm giving no pedicure
Said a story now go on and set the melanol
Set sail on a pale horse with a sword
Yea me behold, in a white Caprice classic, pedal to the floor
Flime of the seed in my pants
'Cause I need what I need
I believe that I can go achieve what I came to achieve
And I leave you and you with the new CD in your hands
Put it in, put it in, let the 808 fill that space
Any kind of high never feels this great
You can feel the taste, you can see that smell
You can touch the moon when you hear that bass
Thank God that I got this gift, damn right and I won't shut up
But the gray hair fall down like an OG, damn right and I won't cut em
Man, I'm on my shit
Life is a trip when I'm jumpin over cracks in the road
Say what you want to about this white boy
But I know the truth and rap's in his soul.
Ayo I'm done selling drugs and buying keys on consignment
I'm about to buy a lab and purchase me a lion
Drug money is sucks, I'm the lux, drunk as a fuck
Be going hard, bitch ass you butt
But still in all I gain I don't know no other way
I'm cooler than the M6 play
I run with drug niggas who ya one day
One pay, one K
Sun play, some spray
Half of these niggas underage
They came with the purple T
Grape shit, some call it gray
I call it revolutionizing in the mix
My money he man now
Was shakin, don't fuck with them snakes
Fuckin with them fix hustle niggas is gay
If that's your thing, cold play
Don't get in my way
We got hack saws that smack jaws, betray me
Bout to get you more
What you in this for? Aye chill
The official just late, give him his way
That's my nigga no big and give him his space
If they front on us we frontin' back, piss in his face
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Peace to the God, what's up?
More I'm late in the cut
Layin' in the cut with a slut
Late in the cut on the peanut butter guts
With a slut but Brazilian, half to a but
Denzel coo, stand niggas stall like "woo!"
Whippin that work like "woo!"
Ric Flair "woo! ", Ric Flair "woo!"
I'm penguin pussy goo
Since I wage in a brand new coup
Fuck niggas suck dick til you strangle
Therefore hatin on a real ass G
Like me talkin bout air got Anna
Say fuck your bright but a nigga named Mike
Fuck nigga, yea I'm a king in Atlanta
You don't wanna be a new star round the TV channel
Talkin bout last scene in Atlanta
Bitch I take your life, sleep good that night
Crab crab legs in Savana
I'm so Tony Montana
Nose full of coke, M16, all black hammer
Put coke in the street, in a week everything jump back
Sweet Sweden and a can of Fanta
Polo polo had the flow ho
I got horses on pajamas
Yea, late night I might take flight
With 3 hoes like my name Santa
Yea yea, I drive a Chevy and I treat it like a Phantom
I bought a '96 Impala and I named it MJG
'Cause we pimp hard and we pimp hard
And a bitch can't ride for free
Gone
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Peace to the gods
Way to hit the breaks home boy
You about to fall asleep in the car
Run a red light on me motherfucker
I'm a pull the Chevy over and reach in the glove
Speak from the blood
Kin folk, you don't wanna see my pin though
You don't wanna see me unplugged
If I pull a 9 out, over night I'll sign out
You should know I gets a bug in the rug
Get the buzz on drugs and chug a jug of sauce til I bust the goods
Man I could make a deacon dirty when I speak
I'm murdering, I make a mean mugging cause
When I lean in the cut
Listen, this 30 yard 6 when your out of that window
Tiers in the mud
Got the soul of an old man, I can feel the love
So call me daddy, lay my balls on the cag
'Cause I drive em nuts
Don't follow in envy if you ain't following where
'Cause I'm about grinding plus
These songs that I write got life, I can sick em on tree
They did grow target
Takin more lefs to the boys in the Bronx
I'm losing heroin
Let em go ball, just give em more weed
Dollars in the kitchen, povery
Did I forget to mention I'm an emcee?
That I have to prove it on BET
And cyphered twice but that just might be
I know
So radioactive, had a couple of radio attempts
But I don't wanna be radioactive anymore now
Than I wanna jump off a cliff
This I promise,
Catfish Billy, you can put Trunk Muzik in the picture frame
You ain't gotta tell me that I made a mistake and some of that shit was lame
But all I wanna do is say "fuck that shit" and please accept my change
I was on the tryna people please
So people please, know my name
Now back to the metaphors
It's better for me to settle scores instead of more self-loathe
And I put tags on toes
And like I'm in the morgue and I'm giving no pedicure
Said a story now go on and set the melanol
Set sail on a pale horse with a sword
Yea me behold, in a white Caprice classic, pedal to the floor
Flime of the seed in my pants
'Cause I need what I need
I believe that I can go achieve what I came to achieve
And I leave you and you with the new CD in your hands
Put it in, put it in, let the 808 fill that space
Any kind of high never feels this great
You can feel the taste, you can see that smell
You can touch the moon when you hear that bass
Thank God that I got this gift, damn right and I won't shut up
But the gray hair fall down like an OG, damn right and I won't cut em
Man, I'm on my shit
Life is a trip when I'm jumpin over cracks in the road
Say what you want to about this white boy
But I know the truth and rap's in his soul.
Fame lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro:]
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
[Verse 1:]
Running like a fool I got a no damn motay
Headin to a label on a low key dope race
Gotta be on time, gotta go do show phase
Kinky lick, gotta go for cold tape
Man they sure want me to do a song for the whole place
Without a microphone, DJ and no stage
Someone put my products on my pockets of jose
Knowin inside of my heart these people are so fake
Pictures of New York, skyliners are back dropped
23 floor up, pound lookin at cap tops
I'm so fuckin nervous that I can't even act now
Thinkin jumpin out this window ain't such a bad drop
Smakin the black top cause I'm on the have a lot
I'm just a have not
This in my time and am I lookin at that watch
It could be the end of it all, maybe my last shot
But I got a funny feeling it ain't right
I tell my manager but he just thinkin it's stage fright
Minus the fuckin sweat that's drippin off of my face
I realize if I do it then it's only for a price
Doin my cookin, add a ho with a big bite
Em other be kitchen, dealin for late night
Do they realize I'm in terrible shape right?
Can't even afford to get my little boy a bike
I sit down in front of LA Lee
The president of death, you ain't the boss performin
Into my left a KP and 30 of egganaughts who walk foreign
He say Yelawolf is an emcee from Alabama
Yelawolf you can have the floorin
I told him if you wanna see me seen
Come catch me tourin but I ain't performin for the fame
[Bridge:]
It's just like that
Fame fame fame
I lost a deal with Death Jam
Fame fame fame
And I went home on Christmas broke
I didn't know what the fuck to do man
Fame fame fame
Shit
Fame fame fame
[Hook 1:]
Money comes and goes just like the falling rain
Frederico go get outside and collect the change
Someday we'll look back and think what have we gained?
And the whole we can say
More than fame
[Verse 2:]
What's the use in complainin about the decision I made if it's rainin
Then fuck it, pull the umbrella out, haters entertaining
I'm a ball for them focused
Got a lot of shows I gotta go hit
In the back of my mind I'm thinkin did I blow it?
But you notice all the people you roll with are losing their focus because of my ego
'Cause I'm hopeless, won't listen to nobody
They sit and go on about how I won't make it
You won't make it
I keep fuckin up relationships with executive folks
With these checks to cut for deals, I'd be broke and
Stuck in the south with nothing but my old shit
And no new whips, new house, new clothes
New dough, you know you gotta go face it
Look er in the eye, say I'm sorry for fucking up
These rappers are coming up
What you gonna do about it?
Just sit back and watch em and get up and make a move about it, be about it
See it's about the way you committed, now you gotta go and get it
I got a question
Are fuckin up? Answer
Fuck yea
I ain't about to be another white boy stuck here
Hit the road, do any fuckin show that I could get overseas
Let's go Canada, let's go south by south-west
Yelawolf expo, kill that, made it mine
Focus, let's roll
Never lay when the mama tryin to get a hold
None of em have me, and here come Interscope
[Interlude:]
Yea
Then I got a deal
You know?
I don't know
I guess integrity goes a long way man
Gotta know when to hold em, know when to fold em
Shady Records
So american
[Hook 2:]
Just give me some place that I can hang
Somewhere way back in the back to drink a drink
You ain't gotta tell me that I ain't the same old same
I've seen some things
We won't change
[Hook 1:]
Money comes and goes just like the falling rain
Frederico go get outside and collect the change
Someday we'll look back and think what have we gained?
And the whole we can say
More than fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
Fame fame fame
[Verse 1:]
Running like a fool I got a no damn motay
Headin to a label on a low key dope race
Gotta be on time, gotta go do show phase
Kinky lick, gotta go for cold tape
Man they sure want me to do a song for the whole place
Without a microphone, DJ and no stage
Someone put my products on my pockets of jose
Knowin inside of my heart these people are so fake
Pictures of New York, skyliners are back dropped
23 floor up, pound lookin at cap tops
I'm so fuckin nervous that I can't even act now
Thinkin jumpin out this window ain't such a bad drop
Smakin the black top cause I'm on the have a lot
I'm just a have not
This in my time and am I lookin at that watch
It could be the end of it all, maybe my last shot
But I got a funny feeling it ain't right
I tell my manager but he just thinkin it's stage fright
Minus the fuckin sweat that's drippin off of my face
I realize if I do it then it's only for a price
Doin my cookin, add a ho with a big bite
Em other be kitchen, dealin for late night
Do they realize I'm in terrible shape right?
Can't even afford to get my little boy a bike
I sit down in front of LA Lee
The president of death, you ain't the boss performin
Into my left a KP and 30 of egganaughts who walk foreign
He say Yelawolf is an emcee from Alabama
Yelawolf you can have the floorin
I told him if you wanna see me seen
Come catch me tourin but I ain't performin for the fame
[Bridge:]
It's just like that
Fame fame fame
I lost a deal with Death Jam
Fame fame fame
And I went home on Christmas broke
I didn't know what the fuck to do man
Fame fame fame
Shit
Fame fame fame
[Hook 1:]
Money comes and goes just like the falling rain
Frederico go get outside and collect the change
Someday we'll look back and think what have we gained?
And the whole we can say
More than fame
[Verse 2:]
What's the use in complainin about the decision I made if it's rainin
Then fuck it, pull the umbrella out, haters entertaining
I'm a ball for them focused
Got a lot of shows I gotta go hit
In the back of my mind I'm thinkin did I blow it?
But you notice all the people you roll with are losing their focus because of my ego
'Cause I'm hopeless, won't listen to nobody
They sit and go on about how I won't make it
You won't make it
I keep fuckin up relationships with executive folks
With these checks to cut for deals, I'd be broke and
Stuck in the south with nothing but my old shit
And no new whips, new house, new clothes
New dough, you know you gotta go face it
Look er in the eye, say I'm sorry for fucking up
These rappers are coming up
What you gonna do about it?
Just sit back and watch em and get up and make a move about it, be about it
See it's about the way you committed, now you gotta go and get it
I got a question
Are fuckin up? Answer
Fuck yea
I ain't about to be another white boy stuck here
Hit the road, do any fuckin show that I could get overseas
Let's go Canada, let's go south by south-west
Yelawolf expo, kill that, made it mine
Focus, let's roll
Never lay when the mama tryin to get a hold
None of em have me, and here come Interscope
[Interlude:]
Yea
Then I got a deal
You know?
I don't know
I guess integrity goes a long way man
Gotta know when to hold em, know when to fold em
Shady Records
So american
[Hook 2:]
Just give me some place that I can hang
Somewhere way back in the back to drink a drink
You ain't gotta tell me that I ain't the same old same
I've seen some things
We won't change
[Hook 1:]
Money comes and goes just like the falling rain
Frederico go get outside and collect the change
Someday we'll look back and think what have we gained?
And the whole we can say
More than fame
Tennessee Love lyrics - Yelawolf
I must be Jim Morrison to get a motherfucking girl like you
Don't know what I did in my past life but it must have been something cool
Cause I'm a whiskey drinkin', fight provoking, cigarette smoking dude
I got a problem with my, attitude it's hard for me to keep cool
But when I look at you, I see me, a reflection of a real soul
Some part of me, if I may seem, loose and out of control
It ain't the drink talkin' it's me talking, fuck if everyone knows
You my girl and that's that, so hop on the back of this bike and roll
Let's roll now
[Chorus:]
I'll never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'll never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee love
Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love
Fall in Tennessee love
Can't you see that my hands are shaking
Withdrawals, from alcohol ain't no use in us faking
But it's our life ain't it baby, so ain't no use in us taking
A chance with it, so I promise that I'll work on my patience
Someday if we get lucky and we grow and get old
We'll look back and laugh about, the circus and the show
But for now we live it up, we spend it up and we go
To the last call in every bar in this town turn this lights on and close
You and me now
[Chorus:]
I'll never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'll never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee love
Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love
Fall in Tennessee love
When I first met you I was so broke
And I tried to hide behind the Alabama pines, praying that you didn't know
About my problems cause I couldn't, bare to see you go
And when you found out, all that happened, your little heart was broke
And I had to earn it back and I learned in fact that money don't fix that shit
Not tattoo's and I love you's, it's trust that I had to get
I'm sorry that I, ever hurt you for anything that I did
Can I put this ring on your finger let you know that I'm serious
Marry me now
[Chorus:]
I'll never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'll never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee love
Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love
Fall in Tennessee love
Don't know what I did in my past life but it must have been something cool
Cause I'm a whiskey drinkin', fight provoking, cigarette smoking dude
I got a problem with my, attitude it's hard for me to keep cool
But when I look at you, I see me, a reflection of a real soul
Some part of me, if I may seem, loose and out of control
It ain't the drink talkin' it's me talking, fuck if everyone knows
You my girl and that's that, so hop on the back of this bike and roll
Let's roll now
[Chorus:]
I'll never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'll never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee love
Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love
Fall in Tennessee love
Can't you see that my hands are shaking
Withdrawals, from alcohol ain't no use in us faking
But it's our life ain't it baby, so ain't no use in us taking
A chance with it, so I promise that I'll work on my patience
Someday if we get lucky and we grow and get old
We'll look back and laugh about, the circus and the show
But for now we live it up, we spend it up and we go
To the last call in every bar in this town turn this lights on and close
You and me now
[Chorus:]
I'll never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'll never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee love
Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love
Fall in Tennessee love
When I first met you I was so broke
And I tried to hide behind the Alabama pines, praying that you didn't know
About my problems cause I couldn't, bare to see you go
And when you found out, all that happened, your little heart was broke
And I had to earn it back and I learned in fact that money don't fix that shit
Not tattoo's and I love you's, it's trust that I had to get
I'm sorry that I, ever hurt you for anything that I did
Can I put this ring on your finger let you know that I'm serious
Marry me now
[Chorus:]
I'll never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'll never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee love
Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love
Fall in Tennessee love
"Psycho White" (2012) (with TRAVIS BARKER)
- Push 'Em lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker) (feat. Skinhead Rob & Tim Armstrong)
- 6 Feet Underground lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker) (feat. Tim Armstrong)
- Funky Shit lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker)
- Whistle Dixie lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker)
- Director's Cut lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker) (feat. Michael Myers & Superman)
Push 'Em lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker) (feat. Skinhead Rob & Tim Armstrong)
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I, something is wrong with me, I'm feeling like Psycho White
I can't get a grip, I'm about to slip, I'm about to fight
I took another shot of whiskey dipsy chippin hit me
I don't wanna get a grip, wanna lose it all, I wanna go wild
Yeah, Catfish in a drop top thunderbird oh my God
Here comes Billy again with Travis Barker; Jay and Silent Bob
Hiya mom, Holmes got another chopper, high as a helicopter
Sitting on the porch with a simple torch shakin his head; Flocka Flocka
Sorry for the six pack daddy, I know before you left you told me not to
But I said fuck it, kick the bucket and drink 'em all; Wacka Wacka
Anybody seen a doctor, I'm a head cast after the Opera
And if I say go then a bunch of famous family members are gonna pop off
[Hook:]
To my people on the back, move to the front
Push 'em, push 'em
To my people on the front, move to the back
Push 'em, push, em
To my people on the side, move to the middle
Push 'em, push 'em
Everybody in this motherfucker 1, 2, 3, go
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push 'em, push 'em
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push 'em, push 'em
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push 'em, push 'em
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push a motherfucker
[Verse 2:]
Transplants; you know we chillin
Twitch; yeah, you know he's chillin
Skate tee; you know we chillin
Felix; you know he's chillin
California; you know we chillin
Alabama; you know we chillin
Pull em up on that '87 with Paul Wall
You know he's grillin
Look around and tell me do you really wanna jump inside that mothafuckin prison
For the animals that drink a pint and to the final crew to get inside
The club and jump into a bottle like a bowl of water hold up buddy can I get a
The Wolfpack's in mosh mode crowd surfin, see 'em rise
Slumerican famous yeah, DTA gettin DUI's
Go
[Hook]
[Interlude:]
We're dealing with a small group of troublemakers
It's uhh, bunch of angry young men who were fighting
Who were smashing, and some crazy fires and explosives
Are causing these problems
[Verse 3:]
London Bridge is fallin down but I'm too drunk on a bottle of brown
Too far gone in a pile of cans to keep my hands from movin around
Fuck it, I'm in public feeling like nobody's watching me go nuts
When am I gonna lose my mind, before I find myself to hold me up
[Hook]
I, something is wrong with me, I'm feeling like Psycho White
I can't get a grip, I'm about to slip, I'm about to fight
I took another shot of whiskey dipsy chippin hit me
I don't wanna get a grip, wanna lose it all, I wanna go wild
Yeah, Catfish in a drop top thunderbird oh my God
Here comes Billy again with Travis Barker; Jay and Silent Bob
Hiya mom, Holmes got another chopper, high as a helicopter
Sitting on the porch with a simple torch shakin his head; Flocka Flocka
Sorry for the six pack daddy, I know before you left you told me not to
But I said fuck it, kick the bucket and drink 'em all; Wacka Wacka
Anybody seen a doctor, I'm a head cast after the Opera
And if I say go then a bunch of famous family members are gonna pop off
[Hook:]
To my people on the back, move to the front
Push 'em, push 'em
To my people on the front, move to the back
Push 'em, push, em
To my people on the side, move to the middle
Push 'em, push 'em
Everybody in this motherfucker 1, 2, 3, go
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push 'em, push 'em
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push 'em, push 'em
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push 'em, push 'em
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push a motherfucker
[Verse 2:]
Transplants; you know we chillin
Twitch; yeah, you know he's chillin
Skate tee; you know we chillin
Felix; you know he's chillin
California; you know we chillin
Alabama; you know we chillin
Pull em up on that '87 with Paul Wall
You know he's grillin
Look around and tell me do you really wanna jump inside that mothafuckin prison
For the animals that drink a pint and to the final crew to get inside
The club and jump into a bottle like a bowl of water hold up buddy can I get a
The Wolfpack's in mosh mode crowd surfin, see 'em rise
Slumerican famous yeah, DTA gettin DUI's
Go
[Hook]
[Interlude:]
We're dealing with a small group of troublemakers
It's uhh, bunch of angry young men who were fighting
Who were smashing, and some crazy fires and explosives
Are causing these problems
[Verse 3:]
London Bridge is fallin down but I'm too drunk on a bottle of brown
Too far gone in a pile of cans to keep my hands from movin around
Fuck it, I'm in public feeling like nobody's watching me go nuts
When am I gonna lose my mind, before I find myself to hold me up
[Hook]
6 Feet Underground lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker) (feat. Tim Armstrong)
[Hook: Tim Armstrong]
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, gonna lie
6 feet underground
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Papa's in the closet, loading up that buckshot
Little sister hide behind the grandfather clock
I've seen that old blood money get washed
I watched the shotgun shell go pop
Got a couple rounds in the Chevy ashtray
I don't know why I was made this way
Sec-your-ity don't want it with me
If we can't get in, the fuck you say?
Too much billy is in this cup
Too many people are in this club
You keep looking at me like you want to jump
If we let loose homie, you won't get up
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Little brother raised on the front yard gym
He only thinks, Jim's too quick
Stands 5 2, nickname Slim
Motherfucker thinks he's 6 foot 10
Never seen a young man act so rough
Never see a frown take you've seen that drown
Put another pit back in his cup
You know it's a fucking party when he comes to town
Yeah, I know a little something about getting high
Yeah, I know a little something about getting drunk
You fuck with the Wolfpack and everybody rise
So go jump in the pen and if you feeling lucky punk (hah)
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I don't know what's wrong with me lately
I don't really feel like myself
Everybody's reaching for money
Sorry that I can't help
It's like I throw you a bone
But if you were my dog, I wouldn't throw you a bone
I'd throw you a log
With, both of my knees
Both of my knees, on the ground
(I'm dropping famous shit)
People that are close to me know that I got damn
Too famous quick
Row with the boat, [?]
With the bottle, I'm a heinous kid
Jump, when I say, jump
You've got to jump from the cliff
(You've gotta say you will)
Stand up with team
Stand up on the ball!
Like a fucking animal
Eat, if I got to eat
I'm a eat you alive!
I said eat, if I got to eat
I'm a eat you alive
Yeah I know I said that twice
And don't make me say it again motherfucker!
[Hook]
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, gonna lie
6 feet underground
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Papa's in the closet, loading up that buckshot
Little sister hide behind the grandfather clock
I've seen that old blood money get washed
I watched the shotgun shell go pop
Got a couple rounds in the Chevy ashtray
I don't know why I was made this way
Sec-your-ity don't want it with me
If we can't get in, the fuck you say?
Too much billy is in this cup
Too many people are in this club
You keep looking at me like you want to jump
If we let loose homie, you won't get up
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Little brother raised on the front yard gym
He only thinks, Jim's too quick
Stands 5 2, nickname Slim
Motherfucker thinks he's 6 foot 10
Never seen a young man act so rough
Never see a frown take you've seen that drown
Put another pit back in his cup
You know it's a fucking party when he comes to town
Yeah, I know a little something about getting high
Yeah, I know a little something about getting drunk
You fuck with the Wolfpack and everybody rise
So go jump in the pen and if you feeling lucky punk (hah)
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I don't know what's wrong with me lately
I don't really feel like myself
Everybody's reaching for money
Sorry that I can't help
It's like I throw you a bone
But if you were my dog, I wouldn't throw you a bone
I'd throw you a log
With, both of my knees
Both of my knees, on the ground
(I'm dropping famous shit)
People that are close to me know that I got damn
Too famous quick
Row with the boat, [?]
With the bottle, I'm a heinous kid
Jump, when I say, jump
You've got to jump from the cliff
(You've gotta say you will)
Stand up with team
Stand up on the ball!
Like a fucking animal
Eat, if I got to eat
I'm a eat you alive!
I said eat, if I got to eat
I'm a eat you alive
Yeah I know I said that twice
And don't make me say it again motherfucker!
[Hook]
Funky Shit lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker)
[Intro: x4]
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
[Verse 1:]
Peanut jelly box, sitting in the carport
808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor
Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor
Set 'em in the floor, what a metaphor is this?
Kind of like ill beat with Travis
Eat it up, beat it up [?] atlas
Where should I go? Put 'em in a cereal bowl
In Alabama, then I holler out "Cheerio"
Look at that shit, pull her on back like elastic
And let it go like a mac [?]
S-Sipping on the green bottle, like I'm saint Patrick
Got beans in the mattress, magic
Make you want to jump on a fat bitch
Ooo got to have it
(boss) Send the wolf, pick a thing
On a pekingese bitch, go go gadget
(Owh) I'm all the way from the gutter
Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup
Geeked up on 7 Up
Gotta turn the beat up while I run up on it like a cheetah
[?] well, that'd be the day
Put you up shit creek
Paddle be away, hat to the side
Holler at you homie
What's the matter with you babe?
[Hook:]
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
Oh my god, that's some funky shit
[Verse 2:]
And I'm a Beastie Boy
Airwalks and a bowl cut
Skater when a skater wasn't cool
When it was just, "so what? Fuck you dude"
Well fuck you too
[?] with a backpack
I'll bust your fruit
I'm all about constructing my paper
Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer's Glue
Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk
Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow
I got a lock on my profit
No exits, no keys tomorrow
But I got steeze to borrow
Some Famous kicks to match
If I got a bass line, I'll rap
As long as TB got sticks to crack
So hit a drumroll, I'll jump in like a jump rope
Watch
Acapella like an elevator, operate the fader while I operate a label then I’m in my fuckin' high tops
Rhythm like a clock, I'm scotch
You would've thought, it was written
But it's not
Rag hanging out the back of them jeans
Not a gangbanger but a cracker who sings
And momma don't you worry about a single thing
Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline
And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, why stop now?
Put 'em in the trunk
Let 'em feel the sound
That they don't pop it
Let 'em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
808 weighs a ton, so drop it
Watch your feet, while I rock the beat
Going all out, no private seat
I don't walk if I can ride the beat
But wouldn't you though? Don't lie to me
Of course you would, catapult syllables
Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa
Magical, sorcerer goods
Steal from the rich put more in the hood
Natural, born with a wood
Fuck 'em all, I'm right above 'em all
But you could butt talk, if a [?] fall
Out with a motherfucker with a sluggish crawl
Chug till I can't chug at all
Not a frat boy, I'm a rap boy
In Hollywood, like Aykroyd
But I read my script with a southern drawl
I run home when mother calls
Cause mother's got a switch
Yeah, she's a wolf too
That makes me a son of a bitch
[Hook]
Whistle Dixie lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker)
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
With a full of trash straight to the ocean
All black benz is slowly rolling
Head light's off don't be the chosen
Thinks it's a game then drop the token
Up shits creek without a paddle
That's just life I'm in the saddle
No rest no bitch we don't tattle
Snake's don't always shake the rattle
Yeah [3x]
[Verse 2]
All these cops they want the qouta
Too much hypo coca cola
Lucy smoke oh yeah you know her
Shes that bitch who rest in nova
Took that bite to bit the apple
You know me I'm hard to tackle
Break me down homie you wish
You couldn't catch that fish with golden tackle
Yeah [3x]
[Verse 3]
Give me give me till it's empty
Too much money isn't plenty
It's not enough it's not any
Come come on just choose the jimmy
They all want to bust a nut in
Drop the bomb push the button
Be the king, be the sultan
Some of this shit is so insulting
Break the broken make the chosen
Choose the loose then roll the tie get down and soak with
Gas the gap and light the match and leave you smoking
Choking on the fuse the latest news, life's a wicked
Life's a mystery and please don't be the witness
To the sickness they'll just end it with it
Something death and warm from the step of country fresh
Yeah
Yeah
Country fresh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Country fresh
With a full of trash straight to the ocean
All black benz is slowly rolling
Head light's off don't be the chosen
Thinks it's a game then drop the token
Up shits creek without a paddle
That's just life I'm in the saddle
No rest no bitch we don't tattle
Snake's don't always shake the rattle
Yeah [3x]
[Verse 2]
All these cops they want the qouta
Too much hypo coca cola
Lucy smoke oh yeah you know her
Shes that bitch who rest in nova
Took that bite to bit the apple
You know me I'm hard to tackle
Break me down homie you wish
You couldn't catch that fish with golden tackle
Yeah [3x]
[Verse 3]
Give me give me till it's empty
Too much money isn't plenty
It's not enough it's not any
Come come on just choose the jimmy
They all want to bust a nut in
Drop the bomb push the button
Be the king, be the sultan
Some of this shit is so insulting
Break the broken make the chosen
Choose the loose then roll the tie get down and soak with
Gas the gap and light the match and leave you smoking
Choking on the fuse the latest news, life's a wicked
Life's a mystery and please don't be the witness
To the sickness they'll just end it with it
Something death and warm from the step of country fresh
Yeah
Yeah
Country fresh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Country fresh
Director's Cut lyrics - Yelawolf (with Travis Barker) (feat. Michael Myers & Superman)
(Psycho motherfucker)
(Psycho motherfucker)
[Verse 1:]
I took my Buck night
Stuck it in my bag
In a black Jansport that I've had since 2000 class
And some duct tape, the last of a roll I used
The first of it I used to patch a hole in my bedroom window glass
I broke into my trailer because this bitch locked me out
She took my keys and threw them into the yard, but I haven't cut my grass
Plus it was dark when I got home, I was driving fast
But the made it hard to see the road and I drove right past
Had to turn around in a cul de sac, dead end
And I barely made into my dirt drive, running out of gas
A late night at work, another tailspin
Got fired so I hit the bar and I got trashed
I stumbled in to find a note, "I'm gone"
"No shit, bitch"
I crumble the note, and threw it on the ground, and picked up the phone
"Fuck", she cut the wire, busted the jack with a hammer
I know, cause I can see that the plastic got bashed
I was so mad, that I went sober
With a forced laugh, I reached for the last thing that I need in my sack
(haha) A picture of us in a cab, the night we said it would work out
That didn't last, a couple dollars short, or maybe just the wrong path
The reason was irrelevant to me, cause I just wanted payback
So I jumped in my truck, put the dash, spitted gas
And a bag pack duct tape and buck knife, and that was that
Thinking
[Hook:]
This must be a movie
Cause I'm about to roll tape again
I'm about to make a movie
Michael Myers and Superman
"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Michael Myers and Superman
Is it a game? Or is it insane?
Michael Myers and Superman
[Verse 2:]
I pulled out the driveway, took a right on Rainbow Drive
While I tried to keep my truck alive, pumping down the street
I believe it was 55 outside, cold, and the window was frosted
Truck died and then I crawled into the pump station
Barely making it to the pump
I walked in, put my last 10 dollar bills on the desk
Snuck a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
As he reached for the register, the thought sparked in my head
To leave him dead, but no, fuck it
I'll save his life, and put 10 in the bucket
I ain't killing in public
It ain't in my budget
The door, I budged it
Slid through to the pump my gas as the thought
Of all the shit she put me through, but I was glad
I had a reason to go see her now
Other than to lay her down
I got a reason to treat her like a voodoo doll with this bait I found
I made the sound of screeching tires as I pulled out of the station
Mind racing for the placement of my rage, I was impatient
Movie in the making
So I punched the dash and my front windshield cracked
Made it harder to see what was in front of me
But I mashed on the pedal, stomping through the floor
With a leak in the door
The wind whistled like a missile in a war, or a bullet from a pistols bore
Reached under my seat for a bottle of whiskey and took a shot
While my stomach was in a knot, nerves shot
I mulled over the plot
"When I find this bitch, I'll put her in a [?]lock, with a rope and a sock
Duct taped on her mouth and make her look at a clock
And every second, I'm going to pop one of her boyfriend's fingers
With a vise grip, while he's screaming at me, "No! Stop!"
When I make it to his knees
While he's tied to a metal chair, with radio wires hooked to a live battery
I'm going to grab his head and make him stare at you
While you drill holes in his kneecaps with a screw
And this is only preview to scene 2!
Take 1
[Hook]
[Screaming]
[Hook]
"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Is it a game? Or is it insane?
(Psycho motherfucker)
[Verse 1:]
I took my Buck night
Stuck it in my bag
In a black Jansport that I've had since 2000 class
And some duct tape, the last of a roll I used
The first of it I used to patch a hole in my bedroom window glass
I broke into my trailer because this bitch locked me out
She took my keys and threw them into the yard, but I haven't cut my grass
Plus it was dark when I got home, I was driving fast
But the made it hard to see the road and I drove right past
Had to turn around in a cul de sac, dead end
And I barely made into my dirt drive, running out of gas
A late night at work, another tailspin
Got fired so I hit the bar and I got trashed
I stumbled in to find a note, "I'm gone"
"No shit, bitch"
I crumble the note, and threw it on the ground, and picked up the phone
"Fuck", she cut the wire, busted the jack with a hammer
I know, cause I can see that the plastic got bashed
I was so mad, that I went sober
With a forced laugh, I reached for the last thing that I need in my sack
(haha) A picture of us in a cab, the night we said it would work out
That didn't last, a couple dollars short, or maybe just the wrong path
The reason was irrelevant to me, cause I just wanted payback
So I jumped in my truck, put the dash, spitted gas
And a bag pack duct tape and buck knife, and that was that
Thinking
[Hook:]
This must be a movie
Cause I'm about to roll tape again
I'm about to make a movie
Michael Myers and Superman
"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Michael Myers and Superman
Is it a game? Or is it insane?
Michael Myers and Superman
[Verse 2:]
I pulled out the driveway, took a right on Rainbow Drive
While I tried to keep my truck alive, pumping down the street
I believe it was 55 outside, cold, and the window was frosted
Truck died and then I crawled into the pump station
Barely making it to the pump
I walked in, put my last 10 dollar bills on the desk
Snuck a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
As he reached for the register, the thought sparked in my head
To leave him dead, but no, fuck it
I'll save his life, and put 10 in the bucket
I ain't killing in public
It ain't in my budget
The door, I budged it
Slid through to the pump my gas as the thought
Of all the shit she put me through, but I was glad
I had a reason to go see her now
Other than to lay her down
I got a reason to treat her like a voodoo doll with this bait I found
I made the sound of screeching tires as I pulled out of the station
Mind racing for the placement of my rage, I was impatient
Movie in the making
So I punched the dash and my front windshield cracked
Made it harder to see what was in front of me
But I mashed on the pedal, stomping through the floor
With a leak in the door
The wind whistled like a missile in a war, or a bullet from a pistols bore
Reached under my seat for a bottle of whiskey and took a shot
While my stomach was in a knot, nerves shot
I mulled over the plot
"When I find this bitch, I'll put her in a [?]lock, with a rope and a sock
Duct taped on her mouth and make her look at a clock
And every second, I'm going to pop one of her boyfriend's fingers
With a vise grip, while he's screaming at me, "No! Stop!"
When I make it to his knees
While he's tied to a metal chair, with radio wires hooked to a live battery
I'm going to grab his head and make him stare at you
While you drill holes in his kneecaps with a screw
And this is only preview to scene 2!
Take 1
[Hook]
[Screaming]
[Hook]
"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
Is it a game? Or is it insane?
"Heart Of Dixie" (2012)
- Howdy lyrics - Yelawolf
- Let Me Out lyrics - Yelawolf
- Be The One lyrics - Yelawolf
- Big Nutz lyrics - Yelawolf
- White Boy Shit lyrics - Yelawolf
- Fuck Me lyrics - Yelawolf
- Sobriety Sucks lyrics - Yelawolf
- Father's Day lyrics - Yelawolf
- Wrap Song lyrics - Yelawolf
Howdy lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro:]
On behalf of Alabama I just wanna say
The Heart of Dixie is in this bitch
M16, DJ Frank White, my name is Yelawolf
Hello world, hello world, hello world
[Verse 1:]
This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin’ dime
Like I didn’t wake up in the back of the bus that’s finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers’ co-sign sometimes?
Like Radioactive failed, well livin’ this time
I’m even not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell myself I’m one of the best, I’m just lyin’
When my Uncle Buddy call and ask, I say I’m just fine
But I feel like I haven’t made it, Uncle but I’m just tryin’
Or maybe I’m just not used to having shit I never had
Never stood in the winer's Ave, never said “I got dinner, dad”
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And Jim I love you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn’t get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I drove that minivan for the ends without a license plate
To ATL so I could play Will Power my demo tape
Yeah, that’s writing on the wall that I can't erase
He’s a friend of mine that are in the line and that I can’t replace
If I’m in the line, he’s in the line, and we both get a play (church)
This ain’t no crew, it’s a family so get it straight (church)
So Father you can tell God to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
‘Cuz I know some of these people think I’m a certified artist now
But the butterfly’s still above and I’m above what I started now
Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think harder now
And it’s been a long motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it’s been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! How you been? Roll Tide! Amen!
The Heart of Dixie’s in this bitch, yeah I’m Dixie rich
But if I don’t have y’all, I ain’t got shit
Gadsden Birmingham, to the cup and all the small towns
Throw it up, it’s that Alabama sound
Much love and I never let you down
‘Cause I might as well be dropped
Back in Gadsden and cuttin’ grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin’ ass
Before I become complacent on any level that I’m at
Momma will quit drinking and Obama will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that’s fine because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for tickets in line to see me drain, it's off
The pain from the mic from the strain it cost
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I brought, Wolf-pack follow my lane and put chalk
Around suckers dying for change, it's soft
The new South’s got a new house with a frame and a stump
Roots and limbs, the truth’s in him, yeah I’m a grain of salt
Preachers yelling out prophets around Wayne
I refrain, I’m a couch, I’m a chair, I’m a seat
A relief pitcher, or beer in the mouth
I’m a sofa to hold ya, just ride the beat homey, it’s over
Whatever rapper would ever say he’s a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, ‘cuz I’m out of my mind
I should have built roads for a livin', cuz I never run out of lines
The Heart of Dixie
On behalf of Alabama I just wanna say
The Heart of Dixie is in this bitch
M16, DJ Frank White, my name is Yelawolf
Hello world, hello world, hello world
[Verse 1:]
This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin’ dime
Like I didn’t wake up in the back of the bus that’s finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers’ co-sign sometimes?
Like Radioactive failed, well livin’ this time
I’m even not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell myself I’m one of the best, I’m just lyin’
When my Uncle Buddy call and ask, I say I’m just fine
But I feel like I haven’t made it, Uncle but I’m just tryin’
Or maybe I’m just not used to having shit I never had
Never stood in the winer's Ave, never said “I got dinner, dad”
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And Jim I love you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn’t get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I drove that minivan for the ends without a license plate
To ATL so I could play Will Power my demo tape
Yeah, that’s writing on the wall that I can't erase
He’s a friend of mine that are in the line and that I can’t replace
If I’m in the line, he’s in the line, and we both get a play (church)
This ain’t no crew, it’s a family so get it straight (church)
So Father you can tell God to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
‘Cuz I know some of these people think I’m a certified artist now
But the butterfly’s still above and I’m above what I started now
Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think harder now
And it’s been a long motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it’s been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! How you been? Roll Tide! Amen!
The Heart of Dixie’s in this bitch, yeah I’m Dixie rich
But if I don’t have y’all, I ain’t got shit
Gadsden Birmingham, to the cup and all the small towns
Throw it up, it’s that Alabama sound
Much love and I never let you down
‘Cause I might as well be dropped
Back in Gadsden and cuttin’ grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin’ ass
Before I become complacent on any level that I’m at
Momma will quit drinking and Obama will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that’s fine because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for tickets in line to see me drain, it's off
The pain from the mic from the strain it cost
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I brought, Wolf-pack follow my lane and put chalk
Around suckers dying for change, it's soft
The new South’s got a new house with a frame and a stump
Roots and limbs, the truth’s in him, yeah I’m a grain of salt
Preachers yelling out prophets around Wayne
I refrain, I’m a couch, I’m a chair, I’m a seat
A relief pitcher, or beer in the mouth
I’m a sofa to hold ya, just ride the beat homey, it’s over
Whatever rapper would ever say he’s a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, ‘cuz I’m out of my mind
I should have built roads for a livin', cuz I never run out of lines
The Heart of Dixie
Let Me Out lyrics - Yelawolf
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out [x2]
How ya feeling Billy?
Catfish Billy's feeling good!
And I'm looking around this club like
Man I wish a motherfucker would!
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let's go, 1, 2, 3, 4, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd!
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yeah, tell 'em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I'm thinkin' to the clouds!
Drinking Jack, holding pills
Fuck with my, motor skills
Can't drive, hold the wheel
Hey, somebody come let me out
Call me gay? Can't talk
Homie ya, can't walk
Marijuana, fuck y'all
Hey somebody come let me out
Ain't it beef? Meat racks
Kill em all, big macs
Shady bitch, quick raps
Tell your mama don't worry about ya
She'll be a couple of minutes
She's good to walk around the club with Yelawolf
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Just a little while mama)
Oh, somebody come let me out (hahaha)
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let's go, 1, 2, 3, 4, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yeah, tell 'em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I'm thinkin' to the clouds!
Alabama, neighborhood
Load it up, wish you would
Big body, grippin' wood
Hey, somebody come let me out
Cadilacs, Chevrolets
Famous, family
Country fresh, all day
Hey, somebody come let me out!
Cocaine, Eric Clapton
Rock n roll, what's happenin'?
These nuts, fuck rappin'!
I ain't vaine, I'm just sayin'
I'm saying something about a motherfucker
Who has been a value to something that I like
You can suck a dick, a lot
Whole bunch, whole bunch of them motherfuckers
Heart of Dixie
Dj Frank White, M16 let's go!
1, 2, 3, 4 hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yeah, tell 'em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sittin' in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I'm thinkin' to the clouds! [x2]
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out [x2]
How ya feeling Billy?
Catfish Billy's feeling good!
And I'm looking around this club like
Man I wish a motherfucker would!
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let's go, 1, 2, 3, 4, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd!
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yeah, tell 'em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I'm thinkin' to the clouds!
Drinking Jack, holding pills
Fuck with my, motor skills
Can't drive, hold the wheel
Hey, somebody come let me out
Call me gay? Can't talk
Homie ya, can't walk
Marijuana, fuck y'all
Hey somebody come let me out
Ain't it beef? Meat racks
Kill em all, big macs
Shady bitch, quick raps
Tell your mama don't worry about ya
She'll be a couple of minutes
She's good to walk around the club with Yelawolf
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Just a little while mama)
Oh, somebody come let me out (hahaha)
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Let's go, 1, 2, 3, 4, hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yeah, tell 'em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sitting in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I'm thinkin' to the clouds!
Alabama, neighborhood
Load it up, wish you would
Big body, grippin' wood
Hey, somebody come let me out
Cadilacs, Chevrolets
Famous, family
Country fresh, all day
Hey, somebody come let me out!
Cocaine, Eric Clapton
Rock n roll, what's happenin'?
These nuts, fuck rappin'!
I ain't vaine, I'm just sayin'
I'm saying something about a motherfucker
Who has been a value to something that I like
You can suck a dick, a lot
Whole bunch, whole bunch of them motherfuckers
Heart of Dixie
Dj Frank White, M16 let's go!
1, 2, 3, 4 hey!
Motherfucker I walk with a crowd
People yelling
Hey, somebody come let me out
(Yeah, tell 'em)
Oh, somebody come let me out
And I was sittin' in the back, drunk in the parking lot
Drinking Jack while I'm thinkin' to the clouds! [x2]
Hey, somebody come let me out
Oh, somebody come let me out
Be The One lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro: Yelawolf]
I'm not sure if you're aware or not but I'm Illuminati
We controlling the minds of all of you
Shady, the evil empire
Yeah you got me pegged motherfucker
You got me, fuck y'all
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Man people really got me confused, what did I do?
Outside being a human being seeing my dreams through?
Never did shit to nobody but invite them out to my party
Get'em drunk and maybe even tell them a story or two
Some think I'm Illuminati 'cause I'm a light in the dark
Lookin' for masonic symbols inside of my body art
That's hilarious Marshall, what the fuck you do to these folks?
Crazy motherfuckers tryin' to put me and you in the boat
With Royce da 5'9", Crooked I, Budden and Joell
But I'm on this ship and I don't give a shit, oh well
I see the storm, let the boat sail
And I'm on deck but the rain pourin' off my raincoat tails
They see God in me 'cause I know Hell
They see the criminal inside of me probably 'cause I broke jail
But my soul is not on wholesale
And when I die, my people will be cryin' the first
No? Well look
[Hook:]
If I'm gonna be the one, then everybody comes to one
Then I guess the battle has begun, fuck it then, let's have some fun
'Cause I promise I will never run, never run from what I've become
'Cause all that dumb shit that I've done, built me up to make me the one
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Jesus Christ sittin' passenger with the.45
Turn the page, I got a new way to earn in pay
Stickin' bitches off with a crucifix while Lucifer sits
With a Vice Magazine, burning every page
Well I guess it's my turn to play
The wildcard of Shady's clique and new world order'll play
Talkin' shit, yeah that's sorta gay
But I ain't homophobic; I punch a homo like I punch a man
No way, are you serious?
Claiming that I got hipsters brainwashed and they all coming to my show
But if you took a moment and took my dick out your mouth
You would see all the versatility on the front row
I convert, revert people to desert
People who miss being them people of Wolf, go home
And if you're violent enough, anybody doubtin'
They come to the Circle of Psychos and you be done
So look
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
The one gathering people, some people think that I'm king
Some people think that I'm trash, some people shout and they scream
Don't bother me, I'm a survivor, I'm alive and livin' my dream
In a microwave society I'm a steady stream
Don't need no validation from any cultural thieves
No magazines or blogs or anybody who don't believe
If you're behind the camera, than just point it at me
'Cause I'll be making this movie and you're just making a scene, check it
Missy Eliot gave me a shot and I love her for it
I wasn't ready, I should have waited, but when you poor
And you got a two year old baby and one on the way
You be crazy to see opportunity at your door and ignore it
So you lookin' back and callin' me whack and ho for
When all I wanted to do was get my kids out that apartment
And that's important
And I went from not having a home, to everything I owned up in storage
I made a sacrifice any daddy would make
'Cause I cannot stand and look when they look into daddy's face
When the government picked away at every penny that I made
I had to borrow money to get my son a fuckin' birthday cake
Yeah, I guess that's a hard balance to weigh
Chase the rap game, or manage a subway
Well I suck at making a sandwich and rappin' don't get me paid
But if I stick to then I'll get through with it someday
I'll be the one, you can talk shit about me
I'll be the one that you think is a part of some fucked up cult
I'll be the one you can hate
But
[Hook]
[Outro: Yelawolf]
I ain't mad motherfucker
It's that new church, I be pastor
What's up Wolf pack? Secret sermon started
Open up this rhyme book, give you some motherfucking quotables
I'm not sure if you're aware or not but I'm Illuminati
We controlling the minds of all of you
Shady, the evil empire
Yeah you got me pegged motherfucker
You got me, fuck y'all
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Man people really got me confused, what did I do?
Outside being a human being seeing my dreams through?
Never did shit to nobody but invite them out to my party
Get'em drunk and maybe even tell them a story or two
Some think I'm Illuminati 'cause I'm a light in the dark
Lookin' for masonic symbols inside of my body art
That's hilarious Marshall, what the fuck you do to these folks?
Crazy motherfuckers tryin' to put me and you in the boat
With Royce da 5'9", Crooked I, Budden and Joell
But I'm on this ship and I don't give a shit, oh well
I see the storm, let the boat sail
And I'm on deck but the rain pourin' off my raincoat tails
They see God in me 'cause I know Hell
They see the criminal inside of me probably 'cause I broke jail
But my soul is not on wholesale
And when I die, my people will be cryin' the first
No? Well look
[Hook:]
If I'm gonna be the one, then everybody comes to one
Then I guess the battle has begun, fuck it then, let's have some fun
'Cause I promise I will never run, never run from what I've become
'Cause all that dumb shit that I've done, built me up to make me the one
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Jesus Christ sittin' passenger with the.45
Turn the page, I got a new way to earn in pay
Stickin' bitches off with a crucifix while Lucifer sits
With a Vice Magazine, burning every page
Well I guess it's my turn to play
The wildcard of Shady's clique and new world order'll play
Talkin' shit, yeah that's sorta gay
But I ain't homophobic; I punch a homo like I punch a man
No way, are you serious?
Claiming that I got hipsters brainwashed and they all coming to my show
But if you took a moment and took my dick out your mouth
You would see all the versatility on the front row
I convert, revert people to desert
People who miss being them people of Wolf, go home
And if you're violent enough, anybody doubtin'
They come to the Circle of Psychos and you be done
So look
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
The one gathering people, some people think that I'm king
Some people think that I'm trash, some people shout and they scream
Don't bother me, I'm a survivor, I'm alive and livin' my dream
In a microwave society I'm a steady stream
Don't need no validation from any cultural thieves
No magazines or blogs or anybody who don't believe
If you're behind the camera, than just point it at me
'Cause I'll be making this movie and you're just making a scene, check it
Missy Eliot gave me a shot and I love her for it
I wasn't ready, I should have waited, but when you poor
And you got a two year old baby and one on the way
You be crazy to see opportunity at your door and ignore it
So you lookin' back and callin' me whack and ho for
When all I wanted to do was get my kids out that apartment
And that's important
And I went from not having a home, to everything I owned up in storage
I made a sacrifice any daddy would make
'Cause I cannot stand and look when they look into daddy's face
When the government picked away at every penny that I made
I had to borrow money to get my son a fuckin' birthday cake
Yeah, I guess that's a hard balance to weigh
Chase the rap game, or manage a subway
Well I suck at making a sandwich and rappin' don't get me paid
But if I stick to then I'll get through with it someday
I'll be the one, you can talk shit about me
I'll be the one that you think is a part of some fucked up cult
I'll be the one you can hate
But
[Hook]
[Outro: Yelawolf]
I ain't mad motherfucker
It's that new church, I be pastor
What's up Wolf pack? Secret sermon started
Open up this rhyme book, give you some motherfucking quotables
Big Nutz lyrics - Yelawolf
I got nuts on the mic
You can hear it in stereo
See 'em in 'Bama from mother fuckin Ontario
Bitch threw a cherio balancing from a swingin rope
There he goes Catfish Billy, make 'em go hysterical
Just got 'em dizzy and feelin giddy like merry go
Rounds with a pound of the cabbage packin in every show
Suddenly I sound like a savage habbits can't let 'em go
You ain't a big foot, you just a yeti clothes.
Bet your mumma smokin newports with her hair in rolls
Spaghetti's ready rockin jellies with the (heritos)?
Ain't you a gumma star, bet you got a pair of those
But these nutz are big oh man and there's no comparin' those
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Runnin over muther fuckas in a big truck
Lookin dead in the face, bitch what?
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts
Slap the shit out the biggest muther fucker in the room
Disrespectin my family I got big nutz
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Bitch what?
Big nuts
Some people wanna rise when people talk shit I get so frustrated
Everybody things that I got rich and I walk around like I'm fuckin made
Pull out the alcohol lookin for it in a few makin feel subjugated
Askin me about a rap beat? who? what? when? where? why? was my lady?
Want me to snap out snap quick bitch go grab Jack, I'm fuckin crazy
If I gotta get go man I'm a make a grown feel like such a baby
If you get too close then I'm a have to back you up cause I'm suffocating
Feel safe runnin that mouth cause I got crowd when I'm out in public place
Say Yelawolf, what's the lates? Ain't shit up in the gas pipe
But I'm still livin the fast life in my own name and I'm doin aight
Fuckin A!
If it's a game, then I'm in the game and I'm a and I'm in the front pine
Cause I love to play!
Dudes I'm fuckin' paid and I know you love to hate me biiiiitch
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Runnin over muther fuckas in a big truck
Lookin dead in the face, bitch what?
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts
Slap the shit out the biggest muther fucker in the room
Disrespectin my family
I got big nutz
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Bitch what?
Big nuts
You can hear it in stereo
See 'em in 'Bama from mother fuckin Ontario
Bitch threw a cherio balancing from a swingin rope
There he goes Catfish Billy, make 'em go hysterical
Just got 'em dizzy and feelin giddy like merry go
Rounds with a pound of the cabbage packin in every show
Suddenly I sound like a savage habbits can't let 'em go
You ain't a big foot, you just a yeti clothes.
Bet your mumma smokin newports with her hair in rolls
Spaghetti's ready rockin jellies with the (heritos)?
Ain't you a gumma star, bet you got a pair of those
But these nutz are big oh man and there's no comparin' those
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Runnin over muther fuckas in a big truck
Lookin dead in the face, bitch what?
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts
Slap the shit out the biggest muther fucker in the room
Disrespectin my family I got big nutz
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Bitch what?
Big nuts
Some people wanna rise when people talk shit I get so frustrated
Everybody things that I got rich and I walk around like I'm fuckin made
Pull out the alcohol lookin for it in a few makin feel subjugated
Askin me about a rap beat? who? what? when? where? why? was my lady?
Want me to snap out snap quick bitch go grab Jack, I'm fuckin crazy
If I gotta get go man I'm a make a grown feel like such a baby
If you get too close then I'm a have to back you up cause I'm suffocating
Feel safe runnin that mouth cause I got crowd when I'm out in public place
Say Yelawolf, what's the lates? Ain't shit up in the gas pipe
But I'm still livin the fast life in my own name and I'm doin aight
Fuckin A!
If it's a game, then I'm in the game and I'm a and I'm in the front pine
Cause I love to play!
Dudes I'm fuckin' paid and I know you love to hate me biiiiitch
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Runnin over muther fuckas in a big truck
Lookin dead in the face, bitch what?
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts Yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts yeah
Big nuts
Slap the shit out the biggest muther fucker in the room
Disrespectin my family
I got big nutz
Gotta lotta juice, big cups
Bitch what?
Big nuts
White Boy Shit lyrics - Yelawolf
[Hook:]
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit
[Verse 1:]
Candy bars, special K
Seeing stars in the middle of the day
Dude where is my car? Chevrolet
If I snap, the cops'll have to bring the pepper spray
Took a 5th of Jim Beam to the face
No sweat, no chase
Party like a white boy, yeah I heard 'em say
Put your money where your mouth is, take a drink
Jack Daniels, Captain Morgan, Jäger bombs, still pourin'
Man this motherfuckin' club shit is so borin'
I need a dive bar bitch
'Cause I'm
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
At least that's what I've been told
Smokin' rezin out of rolled up tin foil
Everybody saying I'm a weirdo
With the semi-automatic in my trench coat
Suburbs, Honda Civic
Paper hits of acid, I did it
Quarter pound in my locker and a hundred tabs
I was trippin' balls in every class
Hippies wearin' tie-dye t-shirts
Sellin' brownies at a fuckin' fish concert
Juggalos, Tech Nino, Wolf Pack, Shady van
Ay man
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Fuck with the cops just to run
Get bored, make a pipe bomb
Friday nights, havin' fun
Is getting' drunk and shit and playin' with the loaded gun
My country's no country for an old man
I got a mullet-hawk, a black girlfriend
Tattoos to my feet and back up again
Half Pearl Jam, half Eminem
If your friend jumped off a bridge, would you?
Fuck yeah, butt naked too
'Cause I'm a jackass, forever 21
Rest in peace Ryan Dunn
'Cause I'm
[Hook]
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit, that's that white boy shit
I'm on that white boy shit
[Verse 1:]
Candy bars, special K
Seeing stars in the middle of the day
Dude where is my car? Chevrolet
If I snap, the cops'll have to bring the pepper spray
Took a 5th of Jim Beam to the face
No sweat, no chase
Party like a white boy, yeah I heard 'em say
Put your money where your mouth is, take a drink
Jack Daniels, Captain Morgan, Jäger bombs, still pourin'
Man this motherfuckin' club shit is so borin'
I need a dive bar bitch
'Cause I'm
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
At least that's what I've been told
Smokin' rezin out of rolled up tin foil
Everybody saying I'm a weirdo
With the semi-automatic in my trench coat
Suburbs, Honda Civic
Paper hits of acid, I did it
Quarter pound in my locker and a hundred tabs
I was trippin' balls in every class
Hippies wearin' tie-dye t-shirts
Sellin' brownies at a fuckin' fish concert
Juggalos, Tech Nino, Wolf Pack, Shady van
Ay man
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Fuck with the cops just to run
Get bored, make a pipe bomb
Friday nights, havin' fun
Is getting' drunk and shit and playin' with the loaded gun
My country's no country for an old man
I got a mullet-hawk, a black girlfriend
Tattoos to my feet and back up again
Half Pearl Jam, half Eminem
If your friend jumped off a bridge, would you?
Fuck yeah, butt naked too
'Cause I'm a jackass, forever 21
Rest in peace Ryan Dunn
'Cause I'm
[Hook]
Fuck Me lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro]
You know forgiving somebody
Is probably the hardest thing you can do in the world
Forgiving somebody for fuckin’ you up
Fuckin’ up your heart
But I ain’t gonna lie man
Asking for forgiveness, shit, is hard too
[Verse 1]
I don’t know why you treat me just like a scumbag
When these bitches ain’t shit to me but an autograph
I thought we were bigger than that, I thought we were vast
But you just think that I’m an Alabama piece of trash
Just like my dad I’m lookin’ for a piece of ass
Motel 6 so bitch get a piece and dash
All these problems add up, like I need the math
But I’d rather divide if it equals bad
Multiplied the dividend until it feel trapped
Plus you never impressed much minus the bags
I never knew Chanel before I knew you
I knew Wal-Mart and Dickies suits
But if it made you happy I would shop and go
So you could feel all the class of Kennedy’s Jackie O
Remember when Bob said you were out of my league
I just couldn’t believe it I just couldn’t conceive
I should have jumped from that fuckin’ boat or maybe put a blade to my throat
‘Cuz I can never be the one you need, be the man of your dreams
I’m a fuckin’ nightmare, a prisoner of the scene
So maybe you need somebody who doesn’t believe in dreams
Or maybe you hate yourself as much as I hate me
[Hook]
I told you that I would do anything
Sometimes I don’t know how you can complain
Fuck me, I just feel like it’s fuck me
Well fuck me then
Lovin’ you, something that would never change
Every day in that I still feel the same
Fuck you, that’s all they ever wanna do
All they ever wanna do is fuck you
[Bridge]
But if I catch you in the street with another man
Holdin’ his hand, I'mma fuck him up
I ain’t never had nobody like you
I don’t know what to do with myself
I feel like maybe I should give it up
But I can’t, I’m so in love with you that I can’t see further than right now
And right now I need to fill my cup
Drink my pain away again to weigh up to needin’ you
Like I never needed anything but this relationship
Relationship… Fuck
[Verse 2]
You either let the past go and let us grow
Or let us not and let it stop, you gotta help me know
I put this ink in my own blood, give a fuck about who sees
What do I got to lose but my own soul?
No one loves you like I do and no one ever will
I said you was the coolest, but you need to chill
‘Cuz if you leave me lyin’ hurt from some lyin’ jerk
I'mma bring my iron to the church like Kill Bill
And fuck up somebody for my baby
Fuck up somebody for my baby
Everybody’s lyin’, the preacher, the bride's maidens
‘Cuz none of you motherfuckers can live up to my lady
Why can’t you see that I’m not shady?
I wouldn’t fuck around on you, never no baby
What I was is what I was so just maybe
You will stop worryin’ about what I do lately
[Hook]
[Outro]
I told you that I was ride or die
Believe it
You know forgiving somebody
Is probably the hardest thing you can do in the world
Forgiving somebody for fuckin’ you up
Fuckin’ up your heart
But I ain’t gonna lie man
Asking for forgiveness, shit, is hard too
[Verse 1]
I don’t know why you treat me just like a scumbag
When these bitches ain’t shit to me but an autograph
I thought we were bigger than that, I thought we were vast
But you just think that I’m an Alabama piece of trash
Just like my dad I’m lookin’ for a piece of ass
Motel 6 so bitch get a piece and dash
All these problems add up, like I need the math
But I’d rather divide if it equals bad
Multiplied the dividend until it feel trapped
Plus you never impressed much minus the bags
I never knew Chanel before I knew you
I knew Wal-Mart and Dickies suits
But if it made you happy I would shop and go
So you could feel all the class of Kennedy’s Jackie O
Remember when Bob said you were out of my league
I just couldn’t believe it I just couldn’t conceive
I should have jumped from that fuckin’ boat or maybe put a blade to my throat
‘Cuz I can never be the one you need, be the man of your dreams
I’m a fuckin’ nightmare, a prisoner of the scene
So maybe you need somebody who doesn’t believe in dreams
Or maybe you hate yourself as much as I hate me
[Hook]
I told you that I would do anything
Sometimes I don’t know how you can complain
Fuck me, I just feel like it’s fuck me
Well fuck me then
Lovin’ you, something that would never change
Every day in that I still feel the same
Fuck you, that’s all they ever wanna do
All they ever wanna do is fuck you
[Bridge]
But if I catch you in the street with another man
Holdin’ his hand, I'mma fuck him up
I ain’t never had nobody like you
I don’t know what to do with myself
I feel like maybe I should give it up
But I can’t, I’m so in love with you that I can’t see further than right now
And right now I need to fill my cup
Drink my pain away again to weigh up to needin’ you
Like I never needed anything but this relationship
Relationship… Fuck
[Verse 2]
You either let the past go and let us grow
Or let us not and let it stop, you gotta help me know
I put this ink in my own blood, give a fuck about who sees
What do I got to lose but my own soul?
No one loves you like I do and no one ever will
I said you was the coolest, but you need to chill
‘Cuz if you leave me lyin’ hurt from some lyin’ jerk
I'mma bring my iron to the church like Kill Bill
And fuck up somebody for my baby
Fuck up somebody for my baby
Everybody’s lyin’, the preacher, the bride's maidens
‘Cuz none of you motherfuckers can live up to my lady
Why can’t you see that I’m not shady?
I wouldn’t fuck around on you, never no baby
What I was is what I was so just maybe
You will stop worryin’ about what I do lately
[Hook]
[Outro]
I told you that I was ride or die
Believe it
Sobriety Sucks lyrics - Yelawolf
[Intro]
I don’t know what the fuck I did with my wallet, where’d it go?
Hey mate can I get it into the phone to call my people ‘cuz I lost my phone too?
I don’t think that’s him, what you ask for?
One two three fuck it up
One two three fuck it up
One two three fuck it up
One two three let’s go
[Hook]
Eeey! I’m the life of the party
Eeey! Look what I just started
Eeey! How you doin’, what’s up?
Now everybody raise your cups and sing
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Man I never wanna grow up
Sobriety sucks
[Verse 1]
People think it so cool to see me drink all this Jack
Man I don’t know what I started, sometimes I think it’s so whack
They give me shot after shot after shot and shot after that
Want me to lose it, asked to be in front of people and rap
Okay it’s all fun and games until I buckle and snap
I know you know who I am, you’re a fan of these raps
But I’m not in the mood for you to ask for it autographed
Look at your hand and I laugh when you reach out for a dap
Because I’d rather be rude than cool, matter of fact
Man I’m just lookin’ to fight, that’s why some people get slapped
I don’t mean to be mean, just seein’ my inner demons
So be aware when I sluggish be muggin’, drunked up and leanin’
Because you thinkin’
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Someone go buy me some help, if I don’t drink I can’t sleep
Passed out in all of my clothes, my shoes are still on my feet
I go to bed around 2 and wake up a quarter passed 3
Go to the bathroom and throw back up everything that I eat
My body’s so overworked I look in mirrors and weep
Feel like I’m 50 years old, look like I’m restin’ in peace
I’m a ghost, I’m a zombie, my brain is grilled as salami
Just this achein’, I’m shakin’, I kinda feel like my mommy
Couldn’t tell me to quit, ‘cuz I don’t listen to shit
‘Cuz afternoon around 6, I twist the cap on the 5th
And that’s just to keep from bendin’ like I’m ‘bout to be sick
From all this stress and anxiety of celebrity shit
I’m suicidal as fuck, I’m dyin’ slow in my cup
I hear this shit way too much; “Michael you’ve had enough”
My baby’s tryin’ to save me but I just scream and I cuss
I’m usin’ her like a crutch, baby sobriety sucks
[Hook]
I don’t know what the fuck I did with my wallet, where’d it go?
Hey mate can I get it into the phone to call my people ‘cuz I lost my phone too?
I don’t think that’s him, what you ask for?
One two three fuck it up
One two three fuck it up
One two three fuck it up
One two three let’s go
[Hook]
Eeey! I’m the life of the party
Eeey! Look what I just started
Eeey! How you doin’, what’s up?
Now everybody raise your cups and sing
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Sobriety sucks, sobriety sucks
Man I never wanna grow up
Sobriety sucks
[Verse 1]
People think it so cool to see me drink all this Jack
Man I don’t know what I started, sometimes I think it’s so whack
They give me shot after shot after shot and shot after that
Want me to lose it, asked to be in front of people and rap
Okay it’s all fun and games until I buckle and snap
I know you know who I am, you’re a fan of these raps
But I’m not in the mood for you to ask for it autographed
Look at your hand and I laugh when you reach out for a dap
Because I’d rather be rude than cool, matter of fact
Man I’m just lookin’ to fight, that’s why some people get slapped
I don’t mean to be mean, just seein’ my inner demons
So be aware when I sluggish be muggin’, drunked up and leanin’
Because you thinkin’
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Someone go buy me some help, if I don’t drink I can’t sleep
Passed out in all of my clothes, my shoes are still on my feet
I go to bed around 2 and wake up a quarter passed 3
Go to the bathroom and throw back up everything that I eat
My body’s so overworked I look in mirrors and weep
Feel like I’m 50 years old, look like I’m restin’ in peace
I’m a ghost, I’m a zombie, my brain is grilled as salami
Just this achein’, I’m shakin’, I kinda feel like my mommy
Couldn’t tell me to quit, ‘cuz I don’t listen to shit
‘Cuz afternoon around 6, I twist the cap on the 5th
And that’s just to keep from bendin’ like I’m ‘bout to be sick
From all this stress and anxiety of celebrity shit
I’m suicidal as fuck, I’m dyin’ slow in my cup
I hear this shit way too much; “Michael you’ve had enough”
My baby’s tryin’ to save me but I just scream and I cuss
I’m usin’ her like a crutch, baby sobriety sucks
[Hook]
Father's Day lyrics - Yelawolf
[Spoken intro:]
I just thought it was appropriate to, uh
Just to give a shout out, or show my appreciation to all the fathers
Cause I hear a lot of rappers say or brag about not having kids but
Guess what? I do
So I'd like to send this record out to all the daddies
You know the real daddies, taking care of shit
[Verse 1:]
This one's for the skateboarders, emcees, b-boys like me
Street artists in magazines, DJs with babies
Working hard, you never sleep, never get to spend they time at home
Send that money but you never see him
Always working, daddy's gone
To the brick laying, dirt digging
Burger flipping in the fuckin kitchen
Just to get that check on Friday
So you could bring back home what was missing
Everyday is feed my kids day
End of the month is rent day
And if you don't get back to work on time
They tax you for that month's break
For the d-boys holding weight
And for the daddies who are locked away
Doing time cause you was doing crime
But you was only tryna put down a plate
Maybe to get some baby J's
In the 80s, hey, that's how we raised
And to the men feeding a friend's child
When that friend has passed away
I've got to say
[Spoken:]
Yeah, to all my closest friends
And all the father figures in my life
You know I really, I just wanna say thank you
Yo, for real
[Hook:]
Happy father's day
No matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father's day
[Verse 2:]
Tell my mama not to worry about me
Cause I ain't never had a second to forgive my dad
I can't help but to believe in myself
It's not really a choice but a matter of being a real dad
When I came to the world I knew I had a talent
But I never would imagine I would be a young dad
And I grew up like weed overnight, through the crack in the concrete
Look at me, young daddy
Tell me how to walk away from a child
And I'll tell you how to walk away from a million dad
If you can walk away from a million bucks then you never gave a fuck
You a dumb fuck, dad
To look up and see a man above you
To tell you that you ain't invisible, that's a muthafuckin' daddy
So why did he push you, and teach you how to fight
If you didn't fight, fuckin right, that's a good dad
Gotta take a second now show love to the trailer park apartment hood dads
A man who ain't got a lot but in a minute he would drop it all
Do anything he could do daddy
Jesus, when I go to see every baby mama who never had a real dad
Don't take it out in the baby or maybe even the man when he's only tryna become
A real daddy
[Spoken:]
... cause it ain't easy
But it's a blessing man
Makes you work hard
To all the hard workers out there
I just wanna say
[Hook:]
Happy father's day
No matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father's day
I just thought it was appropriate to, uh
Just to give a shout out, or show my appreciation to all the fathers
Cause I hear a lot of rappers say or brag about not having kids but
Guess what? I do
So I'd like to send this record out to all the daddies
You know the real daddies, taking care of shit
[Verse 1:]
This one's for the skateboarders, emcees, b-boys like me
Street artists in magazines, DJs with babies
Working hard, you never sleep, never get to spend they time at home
Send that money but you never see him
Always working, daddy's gone
To the brick laying, dirt digging
Burger flipping in the fuckin kitchen
Just to get that check on Friday
So you could bring back home what was missing
Everyday is feed my kids day
End of the month is rent day
And if you don't get back to work on time
They tax you for that month's break
For the d-boys holding weight
And for the daddies who are locked away
Doing time cause you was doing crime
But you was only tryna put down a plate
Maybe to get some baby J's
In the 80s, hey, that's how we raised
And to the men feeding a friend's child
When that friend has passed away
I've got to say
[Spoken:]
Yeah, to all my closest friends
And all the father figures in my life
You know I really, I just wanna say thank you
Yo, for real
[Hook:]
Happy father's day
No matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father's day
[Verse 2:]
Tell my mama not to worry about me
Cause I ain't never had a second to forgive my dad
I can't help but to believe in myself
It's not really a choice but a matter of being a real dad
When I came to the world I knew I had a talent
But I never would imagine I would be a young dad
And I grew up like weed overnight, through the crack in the concrete
Look at me, young daddy
Tell me how to walk away from a child
And I'll tell you how to walk away from a million dad
If you can walk away from a million bucks then you never gave a fuck
You a dumb fuck, dad
To look up and see a man above you
To tell you that you ain't invisible, that's a muthafuckin' daddy
So why did he push you, and teach you how to fight
If you didn't fight, fuckin right, that's a good dad
Gotta take a second now show love to the trailer park apartment hood dads
A man who ain't got a lot but in a minute he would drop it all
Do anything he could do daddy
Jesus, when I go to see every baby mama who never had a real dad
Don't take it out in the baby or maybe even the man when he's only tryna become
A real daddy
[Spoken:]
... cause it ain't easy
But it's a blessing man
Makes you work hard
To all the hard workers out there
I just wanna say
[Hook:]
Happy father's day
No matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father's day
Wrap Song lyrics - Yelawolf
Got a pocket full of pills, calm my mutherfuckin' nerves
Heart of Dixie in this bitch
Yeah
I would say that I was rocking with the best
But I'm not much into stating the obvious
My ego is just not as big as a Kanye West
Wouldn't know what to do with a fucking Louis Vuitton vest
Guess I would throw that bitch in the ditch with the rest
Of my name brand clothes, except for the Famous
Slumerican dominate, who else got me a check?
You look like you never seen a mullet this fresh hmm?
Still got the Dickies with a cuff and the crease
Bus on a beach, make you wanna go call for police
Yes, the trailer park made a mark on me
I play the cards homie, full deck spread hater
Stars only shine at night so I'm kinda like a spark only grown
Day and night I only need the flick of a Bic
Like a Marlboro to the tip, I'm a cherry glowing
Inhale the fumes exhale very slowly
Ay yo go bring the car for me, get em crunk
Line em up like a bunch of white bitches
Over white residue mixed with baking soda 80's chickens
Sniffing off of maybelline pocket book mirrors
Your mamas 9 o'clock her roll is mine, golden era
Ouija board, ghost in the woods, oh the terror
Spine chilling cold south soul shit
Make bible belt babies like me put my church chair up
Pyramids in the mist with the golden scarab
Mutherfucker what you scared of?
Angelic I am the feather of a rare dove
I don't shape shift, I shift shapes of syllables on my paper
A message to be aware of, so hit your knees choir boy and stare up
When that night hits it ain't the diamonds swinging off a chain
It's the reflection of a kings glare off the pain
Ain't a white boy had this much soul
Since the spirit of Swayze entered Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost
And that was just a movie that was wrote
So uh... if you do be in that boat
I would hope that you would look into my story, not just in my flow
Cause I'm the fucking bum who asked for change when you said no
With a pocket full of quarters and you had nowhere to go
Facing that shit is hard as fuck to do huh?
No, that ain't Michael Wayne Atha ooh nah
Fans world wide in the stands hoorah
Hit you with the truth, hit you with a 2x4
Or hit you with two bye's, bye-bye, fuck you, kamasutra
Thank you very much for picking up the Heart of Dixie
And supporting this return of acid tripping hippies
Hope you have the rest of my collection
If you don't then get me now
Heart of Dixie in this bitch
Yeah
I would say that I was rocking with the best
But I'm not much into stating the obvious
My ego is just not as big as a Kanye West
Wouldn't know what to do with a fucking Louis Vuitton vest
Guess I would throw that bitch in the ditch with the rest
Of my name brand clothes, except for the Famous
Slumerican dominate, who else got me a check?
You look like you never seen a mullet this fresh hmm?
Still got the Dickies with a cuff and the crease
Bus on a beach, make you wanna go call for police
Yes, the trailer park made a mark on me
I play the cards homie, full deck spread hater
Stars only shine at night so I'm kinda like a spark only grown
Day and night I only need the flick of a Bic
Like a Marlboro to the tip, I'm a cherry glowing
Inhale the fumes exhale very slowly
Ay yo go bring the car for me, get em crunk
Line em up like a bunch of white bitches
Over white residue mixed with baking soda 80's chickens
Sniffing off of maybelline pocket book mirrors
Your mamas 9 o'clock her roll is mine, golden era
Ouija board, ghost in the woods, oh the terror
Spine chilling cold south soul shit
Make bible belt babies like me put my church chair up
Pyramids in the mist with the golden scarab
Mutherfucker what you scared of?
Angelic I am the feather of a rare dove
I don't shape shift, I shift shapes of syllables on my paper
A message to be aware of, so hit your knees choir boy and stare up
When that night hits it ain't the diamonds swinging off a chain
It's the reflection of a kings glare off the pain
Ain't a white boy had this much soul
Since the spirit of Swayze entered Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost
And that was just a movie that was wrote
So uh... if you do be in that boat
I would hope that you would look into my story, not just in my flow
Cause I'm the fucking bum who asked for change when you said no
With a pocket full of quarters and you had nowhere to go
Facing that shit is hard as fuck to do huh?
No, that ain't Michael Wayne Atha ooh nah
Fans world wide in the stands hoorah
Hit you with the truth, hit you with a 2x4
Or hit you with two bye's, bye-bye, fuck you, kamasutra
Thank you very much for picking up the Heart of Dixie
And supporting this return of acid tripping hippies
Hope you have the rest of my collection
If you don't then get me now
"Radioactive" (2011)
- Radioactive (Intro) lyrics - Yelawolf
- Get Away lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Shawty Fatt & Mystikal)
- Let's Roll lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Kid Rock)
- Hard White (Up In The Club) lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Lil Jon)
- Growin Up In The Gutter lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Rittz)
- Throw It Up lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Eminem & Gangsta Boo)
- Good Girl lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Poo Bear)
- Made In The U.S.A lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Priscilla Renea)
- Animal lyrics - yelawolf (feat. Fefe Dobson)
- The Hardest Love Song In The World lyrics - Yelawolf
- Write Your Name lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Mona Moua)
- Everything I Love The Most lyrics - Yelawolf
- Radio lyrics - Yelawolf
- Slumerican Shitizen lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Killer Mike)
- The Last Song lyrics - Yelawolf
- Whip It lyrics - Yelawolf
- I See You lyrics - Yelawolf
- In This World lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Eminem)
Radioactive (Intro) lyrics - Yelawolf
[Robot:]
The United States Army has issued a warning
Three nuclear bombs have been launched from North Korea and will hit
Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York City, New York
This will expire at 5 o'clock A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Please get to an underground shelter or a fallout shelter immediately
Once again, three nuclear bombs have been launched by North Korea
And will hit Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York city, New York
This will expire at 5 o'clock A.M. eastern standard time
[Yelawolf:]
I am, I am the American Eagle, eyes of a sparrow,
Right hand branch, left hand arrow
Chasing a dollar, in an Impala
White trash heart-throb, mellow yellow
Drinkin' hard liquor, broads get on my level
I'm hotter than the bottom side of of a whistlin' kettle
They threw a mountain at me, I got hit with a pebble
They sent me to hell and I shit on the devil
Tried to bury my Chevy box but I won’t buckle
Hey that's a deep hole bitch, bring a long shovel
I'm long gone, I'm grown-up and I'm gonna cut you
With a chrome blade if you wanna play then homes fuck you!
Fuck you til you can't take a shit,
Yea I'ma fuck everybody tsunami, better anchor the ship
And aim for the ankles and wrists, I came for the dangerous shit
I claim to be named for the hits, the game is a chain that I grip
Slain from the pain of a trip it took to see Wayne in a whip
I became what I came to get the change for the change
I give a quarter for your thoughts, pre'ciate the contribution
Slumerican, I depreciate the Constitution
Alleviate the crew when I leave a page in ruins
To each his own I guess I own each and every room in
The house I built is full of hopes no "ifs"
So I stand with a giant like a king, no stilts
If I'm generation X I'm selling X no pills
Dope man choppin' up lines ya don't sniff - You read 'em
I'm bringin' back booklets and hook-less lyrics
So you can be certain just in case you didn't hear it
The "what he say's", "come again's", "what is that"
Come to Earth, touchdown! I might be your running back
Because you hollered "run it back"
Stay cool enough to wear toboggan's as a summer hat
Steady on the drum I rap, hope there's no one under that
Rock that I roll mosh-pit thow'd,
Girls on ya shoulders get topless at the shows
Fuck your mop and glow, can't mop a dirt road
It only makes mud, raised around deer I know how to chase bucks
Baby sitter 16 taught me how to make fuck... at 7
I been raising hell so I can make it to heaven
Pick up a 2 liter but I only need the plastic
Know how to make bombs with aluminum and acid
Butterfly effect of a hurricane's magic
Tornado path in the rear view mirror of my 87 classic
I'm talkin' bout Gadsden,
Look mama no hands, I'm radioactive!
The United States Army has issued a warning
Three nuclear bombs have been launched from North Korea and will hit
Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York City, New York
This will expire at 5 o'clock A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Please get to an underground shelter or a fallout shelter immediately
Once again, three nuclear bombs have been launched by North Korea
And will hit Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York city, New York
This will expire at 5 o'clock A.M. eastern standard time
[Yelawolf:]
I am, I am the American Eagle, eyes of a sparrow,
Right hand branch, left hand arrow
Chasing a dollar, in an Impala
White trash heart-throb, mellow yellow
Drinkin' hard liquor, broads get on my level
I'm hotter than the bottom side of of a whistlin' kettle
They threw a mountain at me, I got hit with a pebble
They sent me to hell and I shit on the devil
Tried to bury my Chevy box but I won’t buckle
Hey that's a deep hole bitch, bring a long shovel
I'm long gone, I'm grown-up and I'm gonna cut you
With a chrome blade if you wanna play then homes fuck you!
Fuck you til you can't take a shit,
Yea I'ma fuck everybody tsunami, better anchor the ship
And aim for the ankles and wrists, I came for the dangerous shit
I claim to be named for the hits, the game is a chain that I grip
Slain from the pain of a trip it took to see Wayne in a whip
I became what I came to get the change for the change
I give a quarter for your thoughts, pre'ciate the contribution
Slumerican, I depreciate the Constitution
Alleviate the crew when I leave a page in ruins
To each his own I guess I own each and every room in
The house I built is full of hopes no "ifs"
So I stand with a giant like a king, no stilts
If I'm generation X I'm selling X no pills
Dope man choppin' up lines ya don't sniff - You read 'em
I'm bringin' back booklets and hook-less lyrics
So you can be certain just in case you didn't hear it
The "what he say's", "come again's", "what is that"
Come to Earth, touchdown! I might be your running back
Because you hollered "run it back"
Stay cool enough to wear toboggan's as a summer hat
Steady on the drum I rap, hope there's no one under that
Rock that I roll mosh-pit thow'd,
Girls on ya shoulders get topless at the shows
Fuck your mop and glow, can't mop a dirt road
It only makes mud, raised around deer I know how to chase bucks
Baby sitter 16 taught me how to make fuck... at 7
I been raising hell so I can make it to heaven
Pick up a 2 liter but I only need the plastic
Know how to make bombs with aluminum and acid
Butterfly effect of a hurricane's magic
Tornado path in the rear view mirror of my 87 classic
I'm talkin' bout Gadsden,
Look mama no hands, I'm radioactive!
Get Away lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Shawty Fatt & Mystikal)
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
(Yeah)
Hell of a day to load a 22 and take it to the woods
And let it ring into the night and break a bottle with a bullet
Yes I’m ‘bout it mutherfucker
Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots
I’m liable just to take a Chevrolet
And run it through the mud for giggles (huh)
What a son of a bitch my mama raised into a rapper
Who could tell a story like my uncle when he’s drinking
Product of a working environment
Fuck is y’all thinking?
Meaning, I’m working, working harder than any artist could ever do,
It’s simply cause I’m made that way
I’ll build a house around your ass before you could realize
You’re in a neighborhood that Yelawolf made
So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it
Tell ‘em I’m an Alabama wannabe, I’ll be that!
I’ll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb on you
From a muthafuckin beanbag, I need that!
[Hook]
Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s
Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof or the broken Chevrolet
Talk til there’s nothing left to say
Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon’ have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You gone have to get away from me, load up the gun, load up the gun
Then you’ll have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gone have to get away from me
[Verse 2: Shawty Fatt]
Man, I done been through it all
I done been up and know what it is to fall
Punk police feeling all on my balls
Without a probable cause, cause a nigga sittin’ tall
"Dawg, you gotta do something Fatt.
On the road with Wolf, why did you come back?"
Cause them up there, don’t wanna play fair
Got me pinned to the wall, like a fucking thumb tack. "Dumb fat!"
Dumb hell, criticize a nigga for the crack I sell
Like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well or eat at all, wanna see me fall
Let ‘em see that? Naw dawg, them lies.
Long as I got Catfish on my side,
Bitch I’m headed up, up, up to the sky
Roll up, let’s get high, wave at ‘em bye I need that!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mystikal]
20 plus 20 still spittin’ em out
Still piss on your porch and still shit in your house
Then put my dick in your mouth, take it back out, put it back in
Fuck on the floor, skeet on the couch
Which one of you ugly muthafuckers think you thug enough or rugg enough
Or gutter enough, fast enough to keep up wit’ me
The most retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world
Ain’t stupid or dumb enough to fuck with me
If you in say you in, and if you is handle your mutherfuckin’ business
Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up. What we gonna do? Win!
Not a nan’ ‘nother nigga outta there can compare
To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales
In these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairs
I need that!
[Hook]
(Yeah)
Hell of a day to load a 22 and take it to the woods
And let it ring into the night and break a bottle with a bullet
Yes I’m ‘bout it mutherfucker
Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots
I’m liable just to take a Chevrolet
And run it through the mud for giggles (huh)
What a son of a bitch my mama raised into a rapper
Who could tell a story like my uncle when he’s drinking
Product of a working environment
Fuck is y’all thinking?
Meaning, I’m working, working harder than any artist could ever do,
It’s simply cause I’m made that way
I’ll build a house around your ass before you could realize
You’re in a neighborhood that Yelawolf made
So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it
Tell ‘em I’m an Alabama wannabe, I’ll be that!
I’ll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb on you
From a muthafuckin beanbag, I need that!
[Hook]
Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s
Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof or the broken Chevrolet
Talk til there’s nothing left to say
Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon’ have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You gone have to get away from me, load up the gun, load up the gun
Then you’ll have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gone have to get away from me
[Verse 2: Shawty Fatt]
Man, I done been through it all
I done been up and know what it is to fall
Punk police feeling all on my balls
Without a probable cause, cause a nigga sittin’ tall
"Dawg, you gotta do something Fatt.
On the road with Wolf, why did you come back?"
Cause them up there, don’t wanna play fair
Got me pinned to the wall, like a fucking thumb tack. "Dumb fat!"
Dumb hell, criticize a nigga for the crack I sell
Like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well or eat at all, wanna see me fall
Let ‘em see that? Naw dawg, them lies.
Long as I got Catfish on my side,
Bitch I’m headed up, up, up to the sky
Roll up, let’s get high, wave at ‘em bye I need that!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mystikal]
20 plus 20 still spittin’ em out
Still piss on your porch and still shit in your house
Then put my dick in your mouth, take it back out, put it back in
Fuck on the floor, skeet on the couch
Which one of you ugly muthafuckers think you thug enough or rugg enough
Or gutter enough, fast enough to keep up wit’ me
The most retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world
Ain’t stupid or dumb enough to fuck with me
If you in say you in, and if you is handle your mutherfuckin’ business
Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up. What we gonna do? Win!
Not a nan’ ‘nother nigga outta there can compare
To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales
In these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairs
I need that!
[Hook]
Let's Roll lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Kid Rock)
[Hook]
Yeah, I’m throwed off,
It ain’t about the money
I’ma blow it all
I made my own lane
Let’s roll! Let’s roll!
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain’t got a whole lot
But I’ma show it off
Better recognize game
Let’s roll! Let’s roll!
[Verse 1]
Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town
Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall
Country folks all around
How I was raised, 808 drums quake and they shake that Box ‘88
And the dope boys’ hotter than Hell’s gate, but I,
Still in the shade, with a fold out chair and a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A–B-A-M-A,
I’m off, I might pee in a lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
And bring me a case
Yeah, I’m bringing a case, I’m getting throwed off
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
And I’m all the way throwed off
Z-71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet Mohawk
With a bright orange hat and a bat underneath that Chevy seat
Yea buddy might go off, split you like a bowling ball
Spit to you in my overalls
Home of the Gummo
Gotta couple a' folks that'll do it to you for the hundo
And when them elephant feet rumble
That Dixie cups gonna fall out of the console
You don't wanna have a convo
And not understand that ‘Bama slanguage like
"Holler" and "ain’t it", but I come to paint
So you won’t get throwed off
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I’m just a kid that rocks
I’m just a boy with a dream
That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks
Used to keep a 22 in a shoe box
Now I bang Beretta
She’s twenty-two but I keep her in a tube top
White trash and all
Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off like
How the fuck did I get a catalog
With more hits than a fuckin’ jack hammer dog
Cause I planned it all
Crimson Tide standing tall
Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball
Fuck around and I’m goin’ off and I’m getting throwed off
[Hook]
Yeah, I’m throwed off,
It ain’t about the money
I’ma blow it all
I made my own lane
Let’s roll! Let’s roll!
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain’t got a whole lot
But I’ma show it off
Better recognize game
Let’s roll! Let’s roll!
[Verse 1]
Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town
Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall
Country folks all around
How I was raised, 808 drums quake and they shake that Box ‘88
And the dope boys’ hotter than Hell’s gate, but I,
Still in the shade, with a fold out chair and a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A–B-A-M-A,
I’m off, I might pee in a lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
And bring me a case
Yeah, I’m bringing a case, I’m getting throwed off
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
And I’m all the way throwed off
Z-71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet Mohawk
With a bright orange hat and a bat underneath that Chevy seat
Yea buddy might go off, split you like a bowling ball
Spit to you in my overalls
Home of the Gummo
Gotta couple a' folks that'll do it to you for the hundo
And when them elephant feet rumble
That Dixie cups gonna fall out of the console
You don't wanna have a convo
And not understand that ‘Bama slanguage like
"Holler" and "ain’t it", but I come to paint
So you won’t get throwed off
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I’m just a kid that rocks
I’m just a boy with a dream
That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks
Used to keep a 22 in a shoe box
Now I bang Beretta
She’s twenty-two but I keep her in a tube top
White trash and all
Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off like
How the fuck did I get a catalog
With more hits than a fuckin’ jack hammer dog
Cause I planned it all
Crimson Tide standing tall
Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball
Fuck around and I’m goin’ off and I’m getting throwed off
[Hook]
Hard White (Up In The Club) lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Lil Jon)
[Intro]
It’s your boy Lil Jon, got my partner Yelawolf with me,
What’s up Yela, you know it’s time to crank the club up again.
[Verse 1]
Yea, you ain't gotta lay down your back to know you already fucked up
Letting me in the motherfucking game is like letting me drunk drive in your truck.
When Yelawolf arrived in this club I already had 5 in my cup,
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that’s looking lifeless and stuck,
Baby what’s wrong with you now, what you ain’t happy with red bottoms,
Mad cause I’m in VIP with a fucking Jack bottle, with Tom, Dick, and Harry;
But I got up in this bitch with a tank top, cuz I spit so very.
Dumb quick and scary.
That’s why they so quick to compare me.
But fuck the critics, with a spike dick, when it can fit barely.
They probably think I’m a limp biscuit that spits jelly.
But I put them in the woods, I’m a redneck. I’m a hick tell me, go ahead.
What the fuck does it matter to me,
Cuz after me they'll only be wannabe’s, and mostly ain’t never gonna be’s.
Yea, in this forest I’m a lonely tree,
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots they run deep I'm
[Hook]
Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens,
That’s a win, win situation
Happy Birthday, I’m feeling brand new
Drinks on me, for me not you.
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club, don’t give a fuck,
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club still don’t give a fuck.
[Verse 2]
I don’t know what to say after that first verse,
I mean like damn I just killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow
I done already milked it.
Smoke another cigarette unfiltered, let go of anything that I’m feeling.
They done broke me down so many times before that I’m no longer rapping
I’m building with one brick, two brick, three brick, four.
Underneath the steps of my singlewide door.
Raised by them dope boys so I know how them thangs look,
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace Wayne Bush.
I don’t cut my shit. I don’t break it down
For you motherfuckers out there waiting around for some rap savior,
You better look up at what it is that you’re facing now,
Cuz Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada,
If God was one of us, he’d probably drink Vodka.
I still kick at the party when I get rich,
Cuz rich or broke, I’m still as dope.
The realist ain’t as real as this.
Dead or alive I put a stamp in this bitch,
You’ll never see rock n’ roll do hip hop like I did I’m
[Hook]
Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens
That’s a win, win situation.
Happy birthday, I’m feeling brand new,
Drinks on me, for me, not you.
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club, don’t give a fick,
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club still don’t give a fuck.
Yeah, yeah we don’t give a fuck.
It’s Ghet-O-Vision, Shady
Still don’t give a fuck, naw your boy Lil Jon, we rep the south!
Happy Birthday, Alabama!
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck!
Up in the club still don’t give a fuck!
I ain’t in the building I own the building bitch!
It’s your boy Lil Jon, got my partner Yelawolf with me,
What’s up Yela, you know it’s time to crank the club up again.
[Verse 1]
Yea, you ain't gotta lay down your back to know you already fucked up
Letting me in the motherfucking game is like letting me drunk drive in your truck.
When Yelawolf arrived in this club I already had 5 in my cup,
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that’s looking lifeless and stuck,
Baby what’s wrong with you now, what you ain’t happy with red bottoms,
Mad cause I’m in VIP with a fucking Jack bottle, with Tom, Dick, and Harry;
But I got up in this bitch with a tank top, cuz I spit so very.
Dumb quick and scary.
That’s why they so quick to compare me.
But fuck the critics, with a spike dick, when it can fit barely.
They probably think I’m a limp biscuit that spits jelly.
But I put them in the woods, I’m a redneck. I’m a hick tell me, go ahead.
What the fuck does it matter to me,
Cuz after me they'll only be wannabe’s, and mostly ain’t never gonna be’s.
Yea, in this forest I’m a lonely tree,
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots they run deep I'm
[Hook]
Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens,
That’s a win, win situation
Happy Birthday, I’m feeling brand new
Drinks on me, for me not you.
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club, don’t give a fuck,
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club still don’t give a fuck.
[Verse 2]
I don’t know what to say after that first verse,
I mean like damn I just killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow
I done already milked it.
Smoke another cigarette unfiltered, let go of anything that I’m feeling.
They done broke me down so many times before that I’m no longer rapping
I’m building with one brick, two brick, three brick, four.
Underneath the steps of my singlewide door.
Raised by them dope boys so I know how them thangs look,
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace Wayne Bush.
I don’t cut my shit. I don’t break it down
For you motherfuckers out there waiting around for some rap savior,
You better look up at what it is that you’re facing now,
Cuz Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada,
If God was one of us, he’d probably drink Vodka.
I still kick at the party when I get rich,
Cuz rich or broke, I’m still as dope.
The realist ain’t as real as this.
Dead or alive I put a stamp in this bitch,
You’ll never see rock n’ roll do hip hop like I did I’m
[Hook]
Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens
That’s a win, win situation.
Happy birthday, I’m feeling brand new,
Drinks on me, for me, not you.
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club, don’t give a fick,
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club still don’t give a fuck.
Yeah, yeah we don’t give a fuck.
It’s Ghet-O-Vision, Shady
Still don’t give a fuck, naw your boy Lil Jon, we rep the south!
Happy Birthday, Alabama!
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck!
Up in the club still don’t give a fuck!
I ain’t in the building I own the building bitch!
Growin Up In The Gutter lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Rittz)
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Once upon a time in an apartment home
Lived a little girl with a heart of stone
Cause part of her heart was partly gone
Rarely seen and hardly known
Treated like a mat on a boxing ring
Blood drop stains on the twin box springs
Daddy came to visit it's not a dream
She thought to herself what is happening?
Above her head is a crucifix
But Lucifer loosens up his wrist
Lays her down with an open fist
And all that was left was hopelessness
Little girl, where's your loving mother?
Under the covers, under the covers
Little girl what have you discovered
She stuttered...
[Hook:]
Growin' up in the gutter
No more, fairy tales, and so
No place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter
Black and white, in a frame
There we are, safe and sound
Stray guns, no aim, yea!
Growin' up in the gutter!
[Verse 2: Rittz]
(And you ain't gotta be from the projects
To deal with this nonsense Rittz)
Cause even in suburbia somebody will murder ya
Over nothin leave your body slumpin'
In the parking lot of your complex
Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest
My town is full of drug dealers
Most of them get shot in the process
Hustlin and stackin up profits
They robbin mutherfuckas like they havin a contest
Shit, he took a bitch to his apartment to brag
A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged
Cause he showed her all the pills he had for sale for the low
She told her cousin then her cousin grabbed a Glock and a mask
Kicked in his door laid him down
Then he shot him and dashed
Ran off with all that he had
He used to be ballin now he got a colostomy bag
What you know about that
Middle class white bitch slangin her body for crack
Mexican drug cartels, you hear the buck shot shells and then the blood clot fails
There ain't no healin the wounds
Biggest meth bust on the east coast right here in Duluth
My lyrics are proof
Of growin up in the gutta
[Yelawolf:]
You think you can define how hard you got it?!
By what neighborhood you live in muthafucker
Wake up in the gutter!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Slumerican indeed, I am
Drug through the mud like a weed, what I am
Was child who was beat, I am
Leather belts that made me, I am
Home alone again at 8, I am
Somebody's life to rate, I am
Given to the beast by fate, I am
The one who did escape, I am
A voice for the cold in the dark, I am
The one who sold his heart, I am
From a family torn apart, I am
A target for your dart, I am
Sick again from the whips
I am
Head to the gun and click, I am
A soul that don't run from shit
I am
Exposed to the g.o.a.t.s. of sin, I am
Met a ghost and he
Said, I am
In the basement in red, I am
Dead cause the Ouija
Board said, I-A-M
[Hook]
Once upon a time in an apartment home
Lived a little girl with a heart of stone
Cause part of her heart was partly gone
Rarely seen and hardly known
Treated like a mat on a boxing ring
Blood drop stains on the twin box springs
Daddy came to visit it's not a dream
She thought to herself what is happening?
Above her head is a crucifix
But Lucifer loosens up his wrist
Lays her down with an open fist
And all that was left was hopelessness
Little girl, where's your loving mother?
Under the covers, under the covers
Little girl what have you discovered
She stuttered...
[Hook:]
Growin' up in the gutter
No more, fairy tales, and so
No place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter
Black and white, in a frame
There we are, safe and sound
Stray guns, no aim, yea!
Growin' up in the gutter!
[Verse 2: Rittz]
(And you ain't gotta be from the projects
To deal with this nonsense Rittz)
Cause even in suburbia somebody will murder ya
Over nothin leave your body slumpin'
In the parking lot of your complex
Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest
My town is full of drug dealers
Most of them get shot in the process
Hustlin and stackin up profits
They robbin mutherfuckas like they havin a contest
Shit, he took a bitch to his apartment to brag
A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged
Cause he showed her all the pills he had for sale for the low
She told her cousin then her cousin grabbed a Glock and a mask
Kicked in his door laid him down
Then he shot him and dashed
Ran off with all that he had
He used to be ballin now he got a colostomy bag
What you know about that
Middle class white bitch slangin her body for crack
Mexican drug cartels, you hear the buck shot shells and then the blood clot fails
There ain't no healin the wounds
Biggest meth bust on the east coast right here in Duluth
My lyrics are proof
Of growin up in the gutta
[Yelawolf:]
You think you can define how hard you got it?!
By what neighborhood you live in muthafucker
Wake up in the gutter!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Slumerican indeed, I am
Drug through the mud like a weed, what I am
Was child who was beat, I am
Leather belts that made me, I am
Home alone again at 8, I am
Somebody's life to rate, I am
Given to the beast by fate, I am
The one who did escape, I am
A voice for the cold in the dark, I am
The one who sold his heart, I am
From a family torn apart, I am
A target for your dart, I am
Sick again from the whips
I am
Head to the gun and click, I am
A soul that don't run from shit
I am
Exposed to the g.o.a.t.s. of sin, I am
Met a ghost and he
Said, I am
In the basement in red, I am
Dead cause the Ouija
Board said, I-A-M
[Hook]
Throw It Up lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Eminem & Gangsta Boo)
[Intro: Yelawolf]
Aye Boo, get these motherfuckers
And pass that jack
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shit
Get the fuck from ‘round here, you don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I already got 2 cars in a yard that don’t run
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
Better be confused with the punch lines and bars that I lunch
Here the king if archery come
Wit’ a cracker dick to fuck you and that pussy carpet you munch
If I’m not hardly the one
You must be barely the one
Billy if really you’re kiddin’
Bitch I’m the prodigal son
And I’m stuntin’ like my daddy
Dr-dr-drinkin’ like my mama
Co-co-country like my uncle
Stuttering like a CD in a dunk
P-p-p-punk
And I’m in a blue Chevy runnin’ over motherfuckers in first
I ain’t even shift gears yet,
I ain’t even here yet I’m outta this earth, right (yeah ho)
But I just hit the surface and I’m bout to walk into a bank,
Wit’ a shank and a black can of paint and check the clerk: where the keys?
Bitch you better check your purse, I got a brick of herb,
And I hit the syrup and I’m feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way buddy
You don’t wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog
Yelawolf and Eminem shit
Sufferin’ succotash, yeah, suck a dick bitch
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shit
Get the fuck from round’ here, you don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Bitch please, you don’t want to step up to this Mrs.
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a nigga hit his knees
When I’m up in the building
Preaching to my children
I don’t be taking no shit from you haters
You’ll make me hurt one of your feelings (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Naa, naa, ne, naa, naa
Pick yo face up off the flo’
I got you feeling sad naa
You be on that hokeewag
Hokeewag is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit, bitch!
I was born on the Mississippi River
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So, so crazy got a fucked up temper
Bipolar, not Nikki, I’m worsa, I’ll hurt cha
I gotta crazy ass mind game
My nigga, I’m a lion untamed
Hunt your ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them hoes…
You ain’t ready for it bitch!
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shit
Get the fuck from round’ here, you don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this motherfucker
You ain’t got the oomph you’re a hoof to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent that’s what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you’re kickin’ my seat
And I’m tryin’ to the tell the cashier what I want!
They say I act like an asshole, when I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in their face and
Tell the bitch I’m a rapper, then I wrap her
In the head with a Whopper that I bought from BK
You expect me to be proper?
Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, slut hoe skeedideedada
Prada? Not a chance, I was thinkin’ about buyin’ you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart, but the doors
Was locked, what about some shoes I thought, great I suppose
So I go to Payless but what’dya know, they didn’t carry a size 8 in hoes!
Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttin’ toe tags on you motherfuckin’ ho bags
What a trailer trash pioneer, I am yeah, that’s why I’m here
I don’t got a rhyme book it’s more like a motherfuckin’ diary that diarrhea
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two
‘Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you
So we don’t gotta scream at you!
Ow! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell ‘em all to go get fucked
But I’m never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up
Aye Boo, get these motherfuckers
And pass that jack
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shit
Get the fuck from ‘round here, you don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I already got 2 cars in a yard that don’t run
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
Better be confused with the punch lines and bars that I lunch
Here the king if archery come
Wit’ a cracker dick to fuck you and that pussy carpet you munch
If I’m not hardly the one
You must be barely the one
Billy if really you’re kiddin’
Bitch I’m the prodigal son
And I’m stuntin’ like my daddy
Dr-dr-drinkin’ like my mama
Co-co-country like my uncle
Stuttering like a CD in a dunk
P-p-p-punk
And I’m in a blue Chevy runnin’ over motherfuckers in first
I ain’t even shift gears yet,
I ain’t even here yet I’m outta this earth, right (yeah ho)
But I just hit the surface and I’m bout to walk into a bank,
Wit’ a shank and a black can of paint and check the clerk: where the keys?
Bitch you better check your purse, I got a brick of herb,
And I hit the syrup and I’m feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way buddy
You don’t wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog
Yelawolf and Eminem shit
Sufferin’ succotash, yeah, suck a dick bitch
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shit
Get the fuck from round’ here, you don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Bitch please, you don’t want to step up to this Mrs.
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a nigga hit his knees
When I’m up in the building
Preaching to my children
I don’t be taking no shit from you haters
You’ll make me hurt one of your feelings (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Naa, naa, ne, naa, naa
Pick yo face up off the flo’
I got you feeling sad naa
You be on that hokeewag
Hokeewag is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit, bitch!
I was born on the Mississippi River
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So, so crazy got a fucked up temper
Bipolar, not Nikki, I’m worsa, I’ll hurt cha
I gotta crazy ass mind game
My nigga, I’m a lion untamed
Hunt your ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them hoes…
You ain’t ready for it bitch!
[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shit
Get the fuck from round’ here, you don’t rep my shit
You ain’t from my city, you don’t know about this
You don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ain’t ready for it bitch
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this motherfucker
You ain’t got the oomph you’re a hoof to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent that’s what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you’re kickin’ my seat
And I’m tryin’ to the tell the cashier what I want!
They say I act like an asshole, when I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in their face and
Tell the bitch I’m a rapper, then I wrap her
In the head with a Whopper that I bought from BK
You expect me to be proper?
Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, slut hoe skeedideedada
Prada? Not a chance, I was thinkin’ about buyin’ you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart, but the doors
Was locked, what about some shoes I thought, great I suppose
So I go to Payless but what’dya know, they didn’t carry a size 8 in hoes!
Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttin’ toe tags on you motherfuckin’ ho bags
What a trailer trash pioneer, I am yeah, that’s why I’m here
I don’t got a rhyme book it’s more like a motherfuckin’ diary that diarrhea
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two
‘Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you
So we don’t gotta scream at you!
Ow! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell ‘em all to go get fucked
But I’m never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up
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