Rock & Roll Baby lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

Ruby red lipstick kiss on the head

Sweat a lot of sleep it's a wet bed

Matchbook collection beside the chair

(Troublesome)

Boy you know daddy only sits there

Leather bound bible in the hotel

(Midnight)

I'll be back in an hour she said

(Alright)

Count the ceiling fan blade goin round

(3, 2, 1)

Lullaby Tom Petty I'm goin down, goin down

Oooh, rock and roll baby

Underwater in a deep dream

Rocketship go to the moon

In the party with the lights on

She got a couple friends out there

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

Razor blade, mirror and a wedding gown

(Fantasy)

Somewhere in the backwoods outta town

Bottle cap tops in the gutter now

(Till the mud dries)

Said I'd be back in an hour now

Hitch hike your way up to the Northside

(Catch a ride)

Kept the Visine for the red eye

Time to fly, time to fly

She got a couple friends out there

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there

Got a man with the long hair

But she'll be heart broke by the sunlight

Rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

Make Me A Believer lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

You said I know I get it all, yeah, I bet

I don't believe ya

Alright, yeah, okay now

In your mind, you think you can handle it all

I wanna see ya, alright, yeah, okay now

Set up your target

Blame every mistake you made on the luck of a losing

Still bruised from every fight your choosing

Pick a side pick up a gun and shoot it

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

In your mind you

Must be the bossman don't you

Feel like a cheater

Alright, yeah, okay

Whatever man, big checks

Got gloves you caught that sunset

Oh what a leisure

Alright, yeah, okay now

Rented Lamborghini for that Hollywood livin

Another night on a thousand count linen

Wouldn't drop a dollar to save your momma

But ... fuck em' all long as the team is winning

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

Low down no good

I'm just a white trash no good

But your the deceiver

Alright, yeah, okay now

Bad boys tattooed whiskey drink all-day drug use

I'm a receiver

Damn right, yeah, okay now

At the club with the promiscuous women

Cigarette smoke and cocaine sellin

I'm may be the child of a man in prison

But at least I ain't no goddamn gimmick

Reasons of rock and roll music and why I preach against it, I believe

With all of my heart that it is

A contributing factor to our juvenile delinquency of today, uh the evil

The feeling that you feel when you sing it

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

Shoe String lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

That's so rock and roll she said

A rollin' stone

A tumblin' boulder

I took a puff of my smoke and fumbled through my folder

The pages sound like leaves under wondering soldiers

And the moonshine through the wind of the whispering pines

Read her a line from poem that's partly defined, rhymes

From the swamp where nothing grows

She stood up crooked like a stop sign on a country road

I set her straight with a letter wait let her meditate

I poured the whiskey into the glass let her wait

She dipped her pot in the powder like a coke fondue

Laid back in the condo and passed out blonde nude

Maybe brunette maybe we got cooked Le Creuset then maybe you let

Maybe you gave but I never took

Turn the page I wrote the book

28 days in a tour bus purgatory

28 minutes in a hotel tour glory

Checked out end the lease

Took a last look at the lady in the sheets twin peaks

But I mounted up the mountainous terrain

Mouth and all between with the mattress bouncin' out the frame

Hold up

Good night now that's alright

Threw on my aviators for the morning sunlight

And my memories are violent

But if I had a dollar to go back I wouldn't buy it

But I dropped four quarters in the wishing well

Spent the other ten bucks on a box of zinfandels and o.j.

Hair of the dog tattered and beat scary and flawed

Sidewalk under my boots I bury my claws

Told my momma prepare me a cross

Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss

With no umbrella in the London rain

Black skin beaver hat drippin' down the lane

Through a tunnel under moving trains

Though I'm a hunter I still prey

The rule of gain

My third eye is the tool of aim

Manifestation is the coolest thing

Crew on the corner waiting for me by the Prevost

And I made bus call by a shoe string

Shoe string

Radio lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

Before the cocaine and the midnight train she was a pretty girl

Before the tears fell on her lonely smile she was a silly girl

She was dancing around like there was no one around there wasn't any girls

She was holding a bag over a mirror in class like one of many girls, many girls

When it was time to put it all on the line she was a ready girl

Taken the shots another one on the rocks she was a steady girl

Dope in the bag another tote in the trash it's just a pity girl

Never enough no it was never enough she was a gimme girl, gimme girl

And the beat it rolls over and over

Like the wheels under the Chevy Nova

It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on on forever through the stars it's solar

Yeah she's in the

Radio

Radio

The radio

Radio

Radio

Ah oh

Before the streets and all the lonely creeps he was a good boy

Before the goons he did it all for fun now he's a hood boy

He put the weight in the bag he carried weight to the ave to be the big boy

He got high on the stash yeah he got high on the glass now he's a sick boy, sick boy

And the beat it rolls over and over

Like the wheels under the Chevy Nova

It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever through the stars it's solar

Yeah she's in the

Radio

Radio

The radio

Radio

Radio

Ah oh

Fell asleep on the dash and then you wake up crashed yea it's a crippled world

Not awake for a ride well then your dreamin' alive yeah in your little world

Out there chasin' the thrills runnin' away from your bills yeah it's a rigged world

Like a rat in a mill your running dead on your heels

Out in the real world, real world

And the beat it rolls over and over

Like the wheels under the Chevy Nova

It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever through the stars it's solar

Yeah she's in the

Radio

Radio

The radio

Radio

Radio

Ah oh

Radio

The radio (It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever)

Radio

Radio

Ah oh

Radio

Radio

The radio (It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever)

Radio

Radio

Ah oh

Jump Out The Window lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

I've been a missionary for the devil

I've carried so much weight upon my shoulders

I've seen an open sky from underground

I fell asleep inside and almost drowned

Been on the corner with a king or two

I shared a stage with a legendary few

Been broken hearted by the ones I trusted

But none of that compares to what she put me through

Out in this open ocean

I'm on an island standing

There's only me to blame and

There's only you controllin'

There's no more me pretending

No time in the hour

Just one single rose on your pillow

Yeah the sun's going down on the midnight strip

You're feelin' it baby

Everything's possible alright

Just say alright and jump out and let go

Holdin' me down loosen up your grip

You're feeling it baby

Everything's possible alright

Just say alright

And jump out and let go

She's in lingerie, the party's over

The note I wrote her is still out of tune

The light I shine I can't get through the darkness

Feel like a prism hidden by the tomb

I wanted more than anything to see you

But what I wanted was more than what I could do

What I can't explain I try to write a song and

It only made it harder to come play for you

Just left the record running

Till it's no longer spinnin'

You see the story ending

I see a new beginning

There's no more me pretending

No time in the hour

Just one single rose on your pillow

Yeah the sun's going down on the midnight strip

You're feelin' it baby

Everything's possible alright

Just say alright and jump out and let go

Holdin' me down loosen up your grip

You're feeling it baby

Everything's possible alright

Just say alright

And jump out and let go

Holdin' me down loosen up your grip

You're feeling it baby (you're feeling it baby)

Everything's possible alright

Just say alright

Just jump out and let go

(Aah ooohhhhhh)

Yeah it's alright (you're feeling it baby)

Yeah it's alright (you're feeling it baby)

Jump out and let go

Catch You On The Other Side lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

Where did I go wrong I don't know

Maybe I reacted on insecurities

Maybe my daddy's to blame I don't know

I just turn a blind eye on what you mean to me

I've been down now a hundred Saturday's long

My friends all worried about me

To be alone at home

Didn't mean to be unkind but it wasn't easy baby

To tell you I was sorry at the time

And I will admit that you got me caught out in the rain

And I will admit that I'm lonely

And I still hold onto one day yeah

Do do do dooo

Catch you on the other side

Oh

Catch you

Catch you on the other side

Walk around this town with nowhere to go

Find my way to a bottle and wash the memories

And I get so high that I feel low

And anxiety sets in when the bottles empty

But there's no holiday like that holiday darling

If it ain't with you it ain't the same

But it wasn't easy baby to write this song

To be a man and take the blame

And I will admit that you got me caught out in the rain

And I will admit that you got me caught out in the rain

And I will admit that I'm lonely

And I still hold onto one day yeah

Do do do dooo

Catch you on the other side

Oh

Catch you

Catch you on the other side

Do do do dooo

Catch you on the other side (catch you on the other side)

Oh

Catch you

Catch you on the other side (catch you on the other side)

Catch you on the other side (catch you on the other side)

Oh

Catch you

Catch you

Catch you on the other side

Fucked Up Day lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

It's a fucked up day in my neighborhood

A fucked up day in my neighborhood

Fucked up day in my neighborhood

It's a fucked up day

Two, three

Little candle for the masqueraders

Felt the hurt run through the vein of silence

Saw the church fall on its knees for saviors

All the vampires showed teeth and smiling

In the coroners office they gathered

For the body of a sacred passage

Opened up the gate for t.v. actors

The stars aligned for your subconscious atlas

(Oooh)

I'm not old but I seen this before

(Oooh)

I been sold on this shit before

(Oooh)

In the military's open arms

Can it all be just because I don't think so

In the middle of an open road

Time to lace up and prepare for war

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'

Round, round, round

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'

Round, round, round

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'

Round, round, round

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'

Round, round, round

It's a fucked up day in my neighborhood

A fucked up day in my neighborhood

Fucked up day in my neighborhood

Fucked up day

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moments I can share my strength with you

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moments we become one in the room

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moments we pass down to those abused

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moments we pass down to those abused

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moments we sit down our different views

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moments I can share my life with you

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moonshiner's Run lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

You can mash in the bathtub but then you gotta distill it through a liquor steel

My particular steel I'm looking at right now

It's gone be a 15 gallon beer keg attached to three quarter inch copper tubing run into a 55 gallon drum

Out of the outside of that 55 gallon drum

Once you heat the beer keg up to uh in between 175 and 220 it condensates and turns into moonshine liquor

Fuckin' gettin' yee

Alright, I love you

I love you too

Bye

Below the Mason Dixon out in that mobile home it's

45 bullets are loaded down in a barrel

The sun is goin down it's propane inside that kitchen

When it's all done he unloading fire in a barrel

The creeps all gather in the hollow

Bringing out he crates and the hey

Take one more pull out of that bottle

And you'll be on your way

180 proof on the mountain

He's got one hand on the grave

He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum

Out on the Moonshiners

Run, run, run, run

Outside the shop he's droppin', motor in that Chevy it's wrenching

Gotta get that load across the Tennessee valley

That muddy water is dripping, hungover, dizzy and drifting

He parked the weight and set a trap in the alley

The creeps bring that money to swallow

Walking out that trap in a haze

He'll bring one more pack in tomorrow

But there'll be none to give away

180 proof on the mountain

He's got one hand on the grave

He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum

Out on the Moonshiners

I took the backseat out of a old regal

And I put me four barrels back there

Ran that motherfucker all the way to Georgia too

And the cops got behind me

Shit I ain't stop

I just threw my middle finger out the window

Fuck you

180 proof on the mountain

He's got one hand on the grave

He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum

Out on the Moonshiners

Mud Mouth (2021)

 

• Light As A Feather
• Oh No
• Bounce
• Conoco
• Dope
• Rocks At Your Window
• HillBilly Einstein
• Money
• Losers Win Again
• Dog House
• Homeward Bound
• Aquanet
• Hot
• Mud Mouth

Light As A Feather lyrics - Yelawolf

Long as I got my pistol, I'ma take 'em with me when I go

Bullet for every woe, trigger for every throat

Put me in the ground but I'll be back around

Walking on dry leaves and won't make a sound

Ayo, Billy got bars, don't gotta look to find 'em

Build up my bars like a zoo animal and live behind them

Vibration couldn't stop a UFO mid-flight

When I'm lurking pitch black in the woods at midnight, midnight

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

I'm feeling better, better than before

I'm laying level, I'm laying level, ten feet off the floor

When I'm light as a feather, stiff as a board

I just bought a sack of marijuana and hit the sauna

I'ma boujee now, I ain't Ubering in no fuckin' Honda

Wouldn't take the Subaru to chase a kangaroo

If I needed a jump from a mini-van for my soccer momma

I ain't takin' orders from prima donnas unless she's ordering McDonald's

I can afford the dollar, get what you wanna

She poured me whiskey and said "Man, I'm honored"

I threw the glass, put down these ice cubes like anaconda

Left the gas station with a tall tea and hot nachos

A glass pipe, a gold rope, and a Choco Taco

Trailer park Hollywood bitch, low-fashion hot model

5150 gets drippin' like shook popped bottles

Philosophical Slumerican Aristotle

Prophecies from a water reflection out a pothole

Half a billion sold, I'm booked and might not show

Creek Water Cinnamon's hot, I had to stop, drop, roll

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

I'm feeling better, better than before

I'm laying level, I'm laying level, ten feet off the floor

When I'm light as a feather, stiff as a board

Still ride slow like Paul and Kanye

They had to hire a mover just to pick up the pace

Drinking so much Creek Water I locked my keys in a safe

I had to go buy the scooter just to make it to stage

Got the people all acting stupid and loopy, what can I say?

What I thought was a can of worms was a barrel of snakes

Then bust that shit open then, let's get it for God's sakes

Hear mama come yellin' "Beat 'em to death with a yard rake!"

Now picture me fishin' under a tarp on a dark day

Grease poppin' and sizzlin', a filet, table, and a sharp blade

Now picture these haters swimming around music I create

It's not a matter of if, it's which one will take the bait

So bite, fuck a bite, it's yours

You chasing the beef? You want some ground Chuck Norris?

You partial to martial arts? Well chop it up for us

All the hippity-hop on this mainstream hit chorus like

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

I'm feeling better, better than before

I'm laying level, I'm laying level, ten feet off the floor

When I'm light as a feather, stiff as a board

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

I'm feeling better, better than before

Oh No lyrics - Yelawolf

Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'cause the trailer park party don't stop

Ain't no money like food stamp money 'cause the check money's for a sack of pot

Ain't no country like Tennessee country, but the 'Bama boys got it on lock

Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy, Billy got the big bass drop, come on

Got a blue windbreaker on Walmart

Deep pockets, buddy, I'ma need a tall cart

Fishnet on a leg lamp shade

Turn the lights on, now that's what I call art

From the gutter like the bottom of a long fall

Move to my own beat like the song's off

Gettin' busy like I'm dialin' up the wrong call

Heels on the damn toes for the long walks

Story like I'm Rod Corey 'cause I get stoned

Got 'em drawin' up a blank as I get gone

Catfish Billy, yeah, I got a sick tone

And he's in the laboratory with a brick phone

Got the ball I'ma run it like the burnt part

Throwing up the number three 'cause I Earhardt

At the bar sideways tryna learn darts

Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy

Yeah, they like

Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight

Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Opie Taylor got the streets going Mayberry

Been rapping with the best and it ain't scary

Signed a couple MCs and I did it with

Purple teeth from the wine like I ate berries

Drinkin' 40 oz Schlitz in a bubble bath

Eighteen wheels down like a bus pass

Drop a tour halfway like George Jones

Rough kiss goodbye like a mustache

She was shakin' in line, made her pass out

Must've weighed about at least two hundred fifty pounds

Laid up on the ground down with her ass out

Never met her but we call her big crack house

That's rich like Milo Sweet Tea

Line around the block for the Creek meet and greet

Two hot potatoes and a steak I'ma make it three

Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy

Yeah, they like

Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight

Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Roll Tide on the numbers like a quarterback

Bandana tied on a big brim hat

Hit the cycle with the Harley sittin' in the grass

My uncle told me "Break a leg" and I limp back

Came into the game and I made a big fuss

Low glow with the gold chain, big buck

Single wide with the match stick dry eye

Throw the flame like a propane lit up

Back to work on time, never one to win

Got the 808 knock like I'm comin' in

Blowin' through the notebook like a summer wind

Rollin' up with Ouncezilla and my cousin Nin

Mama smiled and said "Boy, you know you ain't shit"

But see, where I come from, that's a compliment

'Cause baby boy got sauce like condiments

Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy and they like

Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'cause the trailer park party don't stop

Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy, Billy got the big bass drop

Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight

Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight

Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Bounce lyrics - Yelawolf

Money in the bag, money in the bag, money in the bag, yeah

Money in the bag, money in the bag, money in the bag, yeah

Cracked and hazy, ain't no lie

Go Patrick Swayze and ghost the ride

She said "Baby, you cold as ice"

Bitch you crazy, I'm on fire

Yeah, walking around like I'm in a movie

Light a cigar but jump in the jacuzzi

Squat the motel, fuck the motel

Aluminum can down in a koozie

Got a buzz, now lick the bug

Now like to pull a metaphorical plug

Now drop the last bit of sense I had

Got it medicated with the medical drugs now

Red head, I went Opie Taylor

Red hot like I won't be savored

Cinnamon Creek Water, oh yeah-er

Cover the bar tab, owe me later

When I was younger, would go to keggers

On the cover, pose for Fader

Hip-hop, you know we neighbors

Come on, you know me player

C for the country, A for the 'Bama

T for the tops on the Thunderbird

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce

May throw the deuces but I still don't give a shit

And all my lunatics still fuckin' gettin' it, yeah

Pocket with a rag, pocket with a pocket with a rag, yeah

Pocket with a rag, pocket with a pocket with a rag, yeah

Feelin' Shady, feelin' sly

You stuck to labels, I'm peelin' mine

My folks are dirty, ain't no lie

We throw the birdy, we let 'em fly

Yeah, crank it up, I got people to go see

Back up in the lab like I was in '03

Back up on the porch in a rocking chair

With no Activis, a full cup of codeine

Poppin' up with these copper bars

I got enough trouble just throwin' down the old me

Took a hit of that California bud

I call that 51-50 then took the whole thing

Like a shell toe with no strings

Like an elbow with no grease

Like an old rock with no ring

But I'ma make that rock go bling

I'ma make that cop go "Son"

I'ma need that autograph please

I'ma get that selfie and run

And then the ticket reads

C for the country, A for the 'Bama

T for the tops on the Thunderbird

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce

Bubba's got that bitch packed, Bubba's gettin' lit

Bubba bought the bar, Bubba's fucking gettin' it

Run around the grave, run around the grave, run around the grave, yeah

Run around the grave, run around the grave, run around the grave, yeah

Tombstone, yesterday is gone

Still kickin', got my boots on

Old Yeller, new bone

Still bustin', Al Capone

Yeah, rolled up in the Chevy like I stole it

Livin' at the bar 'til the manager towed it

Got jacked and I limped back like Otis

New patch on the black jacket, sewed it (Stripes)

Got a quarter bag of that golden golden

Hound dogs wanna take notice

She's a slow poke with a show

'Til the blow get in the nose and then she goin'

Goin' through the sunlight blowin', tokin'

GoPro with the slow motion, soaking wet

Looking like Hulk Hogan's oldest

No holes in the bar, notice no kids

Putting on a show for the whole clique

So sick that I gotta take a pill for it

Hold it, killer than you explode it

Let a full clip out then I reload it

Yo it

C for the country, A for the 'Bama

T for the tops on the Thunderbird

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce

Conoco lyrics - Yelawolf

Chainsaw Jenkins back at it again

With the non-stop rock-n-roll

This is 103.39

And we are trappin' a sack in the back of the Conoco live though

Hit us up 256-442-9981

For the shittiest weed you can smoke

Just cranked on the boys drinkin' whiskey

No shirt and my bolo tie swingin'

Bible belt in my Levi skinnies

And my permanent gold tooth grinnin'

Pop the top on an ice cold Bud

Seeds poppin' on that Mexican bud

Tellin' all the kids don't use drugs

Boy you ain't no fire cracker, you a dud

EBT fresh meat on the grill

Government cheese, government milk

Truck broke down, need to get built

Baby's lingerie Walmart silk

Four tens, dip, keys and a beeper

Stuck 'em right between the eyes, he's a bleeder

Yeah, I cut him low like my weed eater

'Cause he got my feedback like a speaker

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go

Get that old Chevy on the highway

Let the smoke billow out the side

Shells in the cigarette ash tray

But that ain't no blank shell, no lie

Bandanna over my noggin'

Mama used to call me skillet head

By nine o'clock PM I'll be wobblin'

And I'ma make her go and count that bread

Black Starter jacket and stock Nike

Watch pocket where I keep that drank

Try to stick me for a nickel got aim

No lead he was drawing, no complaint

In the south where the people move slow

Give you springtime bounce in the snow

Got the stash spot scout on the low

We gon' hide the duffle in the corn rows

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go

Kerosene flame in the winter time

Chilli bowl still got shotgun pellets

Bitch, you know the devil ain't no friend of mine

But if you're lookin' for a cheap thrill I'll sell it

Fake Nugget, crucifix broke layin' in the grease pile

Mountain Dew cans been sittin' for a deep while

Brillo pad, burnt glass pipe for the five spot

Catch a quick high then drop by the pawn shop

Old timer with the crooked face looked shocked

Never seen a white boy around this block

But it's work, work, work, 360 'round the clock

So I pulled the box in and I let the trunk pop

Supposed to be scared but I still ain't

Supposed to be sober but I still drink

Hard to hit a movin' target but I still aim

Slumafia, click clack, shoot, gang gang

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go

Dope lyrics - Yelawolf

Catfish Billy mane, harder than a pinecone

Hopping off an aeroplane, dropped in your time zone

Trailer park pimp shit, I don't want the red rope

Fuck all the report cards, bitch I know that I'm dope

We know how to get buck, some of them do cocaine

Take it to the moshpit, gang gang gang gang

Tailor made boots on 'em, shotgun shell hot

Do it for the slums now, from the AL dot

Rock from a slingshot, straight to the target

Window on the Honda, in the black market

Coulda been a crime boss, playing with a full deck

I don't care about the cost, now the red alert full threat

'Cause you know that I'm dope

Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks

If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap

Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for

Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me

Who don't wanna be told

Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks

If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap

Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for

Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me

Walkin on thin ice, got a lot of weight on me

You don't wanna roll the dice, gotta ride a team homie

Talk about money well, I don't really give a damn

Got your girl by the ponytail, she don't wanna lead a man

40 in a paper bag, blood on the sidewalk

Must've been the aftermath, somebody shit talked

Neighborhood gon' wild, needles in the trash pile

Used to never get a callback, now they got me on speed dial

Feet in the reptiles and my head's on cloud nine

Took a hit of dab now and I don't have no mind

Outta body, in the zone, stoned like a white boy

Still sittin' on chrome, out for the night boy

And you know that I'm dope

Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks

If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap

Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for

Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me

Who don't wanna be told

Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks

If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap

Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for

Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me

Got a belt for a shoestring, hanging off the blue jeans

Sagging like a wet dog, limping off of codeine

Bitch got an attitude she just wanna to be man

Now she got a napkin, wiping off the Madelene

Raining on Broadway, lights on the ground now

Got up in his alleyway, set the Harley down now

Polka dot suit on her, Rockabilly clown guy

Polka dot bullet holes, you don't wanna clown now

Crawford kickstand, leaning like a G does

Clique got the loud pipes, you know that we does

Wind in the trees split, all of them leaves up

Mobbin' like an army, fuck boy freeze up

Yea the group coming in, looking for the green buds

Roll it on the table, everybody sees us

Fire up the zigzag, smoke in the air now

Second-hand buzz and the weight it won't leave us

They said be careful what you say

Hot shit, goddamn, motherfucker, I'm dope

Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks

If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap

Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for

Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me

Who don't wanna be told

Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks

If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap

Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for

Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me

Who don't wanna be told

If you are bad, bad mouth lil shits like me

Turn that negativity into creativity

That's Slumerican

Yeah

Who's gonna be dope?

Rocks At Your Window lyrics - Yelawolf

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Got the Chevy on the highway

Sun shinin' and the summer rain's comin' down, comin' down

Lookin' back on good times

You and me, we was on the way

Small town with our names in the marquee now, the marquee now

Those were the good times

Yeah, the stage was a lot of fun

I drank all night long

And when it was all said and done

You'd carry me home

Come on

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Wrote a letter, you was locked down

And I never knew if it made it there, made it there

You was always on my mind

Sent some money to your family now

Let 'em know that I'm here and I still care, I still care

I won't leave them behind

Gave a hug to your first son, tears fell down my face

He looks and acts just like you in every way

Come on

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Shawty Fatt

If I never told you that I love you

If I never said that to your face

Man I'm sorry, 'cause I really did, and I really do

Ever since Gadsden, when we were kids

You was always my favorite

Told you if I ever got a record deal, I put you on, and I did

For that I'm proud, but, it was a hard road, homie

Put a tough act to follow

Eminem gave me a record deal, and I hit the road and made you feel hollow

But you never showed it, you just smiled

All you ever said was Wolf, I'm proud

Wolf go kill 'em, Wolf you got this, and you stayed at home and held mama down

She called you son, I called you brother

You even caught the heart of my grandmother

And when you got sick she came to visit

On my behalf, and she kept you covered

Severed son of a preacher man

A choir prophet with a raspy voice

Every time you picked up the microphone, the crowd stopped in awe 'cause they had no choice (Yeah)

Like yesterday (Yeah), like you never left (Yeah)

Slumerican on your gravestone, and the legacies beyond death

I broke in half, when I lost you

I guess I couldn't see then what I gained

My guardian angel in the streets, and a fighting spirit to maintain

Jerrico

Yeah [?]

Slum shit

G.A.D, motherfucker

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

HillBilly Einstein lyrics - Yelawolf

If I had one dream, that I could dream it all

I'd pass out drunk on the floor with the lights on

Go to sleep on the single white carpet and take off

Put my gold plaque up on every hater's wall

'Cause I was raised in a place where

People don't believe that anything is possible

But you can have it all

You can have it all

I'm feelin' real good in this motherfucker

Snake skin boots and a old mashed trucker

Faded blue jean vest with the back marked with 1-9-7-9

Turquoise on the knuckles

Pocket full of credit cards, no limit though

Swipe it till I need to replace new strips

Got the no-touch Amex metal

Should've left the dealership with a new whip

Long way from the trap like a loose bear

Flipped a couple new styles with the new hair

Little bit of rock 'n' roll like a rockin' chair

I'm back and forth like the windchime in the air

Even when I'm gettin' high, still ridin' low

Could've been a quarterback how I get throwed

Imported silk rag, Alexander McQueen

Skulls drip from the neck to the elbows

Let me tell you

If I had one dream, I would live a life like this one

I wouldn't put a rabbit in a hat with a bat, just an ice cold

Pabst Blue Ribbon

If I had one wish, I would live a life like this, fuck wishin' though

I'm a livin' God by law, manifestin' third eye visuals

Hillybilly Einstein

If I had one dream, that I could dream it all

I'd pass out drunk on the floor with the lights on

Go to sleep on the single white carpet and take off

Put my gold plaque up on every hater's wall

'Cause I was raised in a place where

People don't believe that anything is possible

But you can have it all

You can have it all

Tell that bitch who run up on me in the parkin' lot

At Waffle House and rob me for that sack, I'm good

Seventeen, tryna make a couple bucks

So we can jump fresh in a pair of new duds

Tough lesson on the block, little did he know

I stood with a blade hid down in the bush

Probably should've killed the boy

But the adrenalin runnin' through my heart was enough not to push

Just knowin' I could

Change the rest of my life and how I saw shit

I could either be the young king of a small town

Or shake it off and rise up above it

Been dissed by the most liked kids

Since I don't know when, shit, don't remember when it

Was a time when I fell in line with the in-crowd

Shit, how, when the school is public?

With a mama like, "fuck it"

Black eye from the bully, I got busted

If I didn't hit him back, got another smack

Dried up, two tears in the bucket

I love my mama for that

I remember lovin' drama till the drama come back tenfold

And wonder why I'm stuck in the pintos

And now I'm gettin' money, but you know that I've been broke

I took a lotta karma, had to fix the dent though

'Cause I was wreckin' lifes, only one vehicle

Myself, now I buckle up and I hit roads

Not for lack of mistakes but what I did with those

Sometimes I gotta jump on my soapbox

I feel responsible for tellin' y'all folks these things

Success ain't obtained by what others around you think

Get out of your own way, get after the green

But if I had one dream, I would live a life like this one

I wouldn't put a rabbit in a hat with a bat, just an ice cold

Pabst Blue Ribbon

If I had one wish, I would live a life like this, fuck wishin' though

I'm a livin' God by law, manifestin' third eye visuals

Hillybilly Einstein

If I had one dream, that I could dream it all

I'd pass out drunk on the floor with the lights on

Go to sleep on the single white carpet and take off

Put my gold plaque up on every hater's wall

'Cause I was raised in a place where

People don't believe that anything is possible

But you can have it all

You can have it all

Yeah

Keep hustlin', baby

Keep pushin'

(You can have it all) There's enough wealth in this world for you

(You can have it all) Slumerican, that's family

Misfits, outsiders, dreamers (You can have it all)

And the door's wide open

(You can have it all) That's love

It ain't what you do (You can have it all), it's how you do it

Catfish Billy, baby

King of the low-lifes, Slum

Money lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Jelly Roll & Struggle Jennings)

[Yelawolf:]

Been at it for a minute, yeah

The full minute from the mud I drop (Uh)

Been had a couple haters, yeah

Had a couple haters, but the buzz won't stop (Uh)

Took a bite of that pie, boy

I'm an American rollin' rock (Uh)

What they gon' say now, boy?

Still Slum and I'm settin' up shop

Shop, shop, Yelawolf, Yelawolf

Yeah, buddy, I'm a trailer park household name, uh

I ain't gotta work another day in my life

I can't complain

But fuck a retirement plan

Still lookin' at Jim like, "You hirin', man?"

Took a vacation and spent half of the time

Pacin' the floor, divisin' a plan

Gotta relax

But I got a big loan, holmes, gotta repay RE/MAX

Got it all pent up, gotta get these bucks

So I don't end up in a ski mask

I'ma lift that truck, I'ma sniff these drugs

I'ma go back home where the heat at

Took a look at the hill, baby, I got real

When I get to the top, I'ma ski back

Like a Canadian, send it

Give a fuck what you play and what's trendin'

Billy's on a parade again with his

Gold teeth like an Arabian dentist

A Capricorn, I'm driven, limitless

Can't lay around, just layin' down the business

You pay today to witness admission

Or you can layaway, the gift is extended, money

In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money

Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money

My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money

'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money

Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)

When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)

When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)

'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)

Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)

When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)

When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)

'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)

[Jelly Roll:]

She dance with devils, cranks the levels

Love that bass, fuck the treble

My bitch fire, six inch stilettos

Still pull my strings like Tom Morello

I'ma strip it down to the bare wire

'Til the wheels fall off like a spare tire

Spit straight fire out the air fryer

Critics, they can blow me like a hair dryer

Bad motherfucker since I came into the game

They best be watchin' what they say when they talkin' 'bout me

Miss me with the stupid shit 'cause my whole team is stupid lit

I'm talkin' shit while doin' it, Muhammad Ali, woo

Out here winnin' again

The losers are winnin' again

I'm sick of all these feminine men

I'm sick of all these industry pretend-to-be friends, tell 'em, Yeller

[Yelawolf:]

In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money

Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money

My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money

'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money

Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)

When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)

When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)

'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)

Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)

When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)

When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)

'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)

[Struggle Jennings:]

Fresh outta prison, I got it (Yeah)

How I did it, that's logic (Yeah)

Hard work and no stoppin' (Yeah)

Seen a problem, I solve it (Yeah)

Feds askin', no comment

Money don't make me, I make profit

Everybody feelin' hurt, Dave Chappelle

Cobalt blue SS Chevelle

Yeah, I'm extra hell, oh, I guess they bailed

That's a epic fail 'cause I'm blessed as hell

Funny to me that you dead in the water

And I'm SNL on a Tuesday night

I'm batshit crazy, got 'em sick like China

Why all these dicks act like vaginas?

I'm the guy at the bottom of the well that you wish in

Come up dry, just keep fishin'

How the hell is you dissin'

When I bought the pot that you piss in?

There's a lesson here that you missin'

Hold up, honey, honey, Linda, listen

If you're worth more, gotta work more

Still gonna run my mud mouth if I'm dirt poor

I'm a sinner, but a church boy

Yeah, fuck a couple carats, I'm wearing some kind of turquoise

[Yelawolf:]

In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money

Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money

My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money

'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money

Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)

When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)

When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)

'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)

Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)

When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)

When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)

'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)

Dog House lyrics - Yelawolf

Yeah, hold up

Ah

Hehe

Yeah

Really though, Catfish, really though

Yeah

Walking around

Pacing back, and forth I go

What's on my mind?

You and I, go down that road

What do I do?

Hang up the phone, and walk away

You told me, you'll be back, back someday

Bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied

Every time

And now I'm in the dog house

And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight

For running my big mouth, out with the boys

Til the early morning, partying the problem away

We all in that dog house

And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight

For running my big mouth, out with the boys

Til the early morning, partying the problem away

We all in that

I get drunk

Hung my head, at the bar

Where was you?

Baby please, pick up my call

I'm just me

Rowdy boys, never change

Should've known

When you said, we'd be okay

But bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied

Every time

And now I'm in the dog house

And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight

For running my big mouth, out with the boys

Til the early morning, partying the problem away

We all in that dog house

And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight

For running my big mouth, out with the boys

Til the early morning, partying the problem away

We all in that

I don't really know hell

One of us is a total mess

Must be you, I can't take the fault

Cause I'm too damn proud to just hold my breath

I speak up when I feel down

I feel down when I speak up

Neither one of us got a grip on shit

Or maybe that grip's just too damn tough

Confusing the heart is true

I know what the girl needs faults

I'm good as an artist, true

I know how to just talk, thoughts

The point of it all is lost

It's all a joke, I thought

I'm blowing smoke, exhaust

That's not a COVID cough

Fuck it all, it's just bottoms up

Ashtray full of Marlboro butts

Must be tripping, what a Klutz

Whatchu sipping? What the fuck

In the dog house where I live bro

Oh, you too? Bump the elbows

Two bricks holding up a gold post

Kicked out, she kicked a field goal

Damn, got me, homie

And now I'm in the dog house

And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight

For running my big mouth, out with the boys

Til the early morning, partying the problem away

We all in that dog house

And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight

For running my big mouth, out with the boys

Til the early morning, partying the problem away

We all in that, dog house

Oh, you too? Pshh, I already know (Big Mouth)

Here you go homie

That's on me (Dog House)

Matter of fact

Hey, bartender (Big Mouth)

Let's get a round of Creekwater over here

Losers Win Again lyrics - Yelawolf

Uh, what's up Wes?

Man nothing much, what's up?

What's wrong, man?

Ah, I'm in the dog house again, man

You in the dog house, bruh? Yeah

Sheesh, me too, man

I just don't get it

Well it's good to see you tho

Hey, we're in it together

That's right Hell yeah

A couple shots, let's do it

If there's winners and losers

I'm a chooser, chooser

How I pick my friends

Some are drinkers

Call us down and help with the losers win again

Homeward Bound lyrics - Yelawolf

Sometimes I sit alone and

Watch the moon

While the stars go 'round and 'round

All of me falls to the ground

And I know everything's in tune

Homeward bound, yeah

I'm homeward bound

Too much shrooms in the bottle that I found

I'm homeward bound

Oh, sometimes

Yeah, sometimes I

Sometimes I sit alone and

Watch the moon

While the stars go 'round and 'round

All of me falls to the ground

And I know everything's in tune

I'm homeward bound

Homeward bound, yeah

I'm homeward bound

Too much shrooms in the bottle that I found

Homeward bound, yeah

I'm homeward bound

Too much shrooms in the bottle that I found

Bottle that I found

Stars go 'round and 'round

Stars go 'round and 'round

Stars go 'round and 'round

On the ground

Aquanet lyrics - Yelawolf

For the dope girls

Dope-dealin' girls, that is

1985, lower Antioch

Hickory Hollow Mall

Where they at, where they at?

Where they at, where they at?

Yeah

Pink jelly slippers, Whoopi Goldberg yellow river pumps

Hold the diet button up

Swatch watch, doubled up

And the pinky ring in [?]

Sticky purple reefer buzz

Sick as fuck she got the bug

People bringin' in the guap

Mama bringin' in the drugs

Stackin' up that folded money

You know daddy never does

Countin' all that profit up

Heavy tipper at the club

Treat the hustle like a cripple if a cripple need a crutch

Then she walk across the street

Take your keys and leave you stuck

Throw that rouge up on her lips

Flip the mirror in the whip

Barber razor blade inside that Gucci wallet off the hip

Got the stick up off the boat in case you need that brick shipped

Got the LSD on paper case you bitches wanna trip

Boy, you know that bitch don't mess around

Diamonds on her fingernails

Betty out there, gettin' down

Trappin' at the motel

Seven for a quarter pound

That bitch is doin' so well

Drinkin' 7-Up and Crown

But all you can ever smell is Aqua Net

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Bon Jovi on the airwaves

And Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Bon Jovi on the airwaves

18 wheeler tractor truck is pullin' out the parkin' lot

She done brought the fuckin' crop

Took the suitcase to the boss and did that shit without a Glock

Gotta go collect the stock

Got a goon that's on the watch

Got a goon on paper, too

Yeah, that goon is punchin' clocks

Powder on the kitchen table, powder on the counter top

She's a natural born killer

Make a killin' 'til ya drop

Dump that duffle bag in one

If they chase, they never stop

Leave your product home with mama

And bring mama back the pot

Never sleep, she never dream

Never need no weddin' ring

All she do is shop and hustle so she never cook and clean

She's an 80s baby

MTV with Bowie on the screen

And her bangs are always perfect like her favorite magazine

Boy, you know that bitch don't mess around

Diamonds on her fingernails

Betty out there, gettin' down

Trappin' at the motel

Seven for a quarter pound

That bitch is doin' so well

Drinkin' 7-Up and Crown

But all you can ever smell is Aqua Net

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Bon Jovi on the airwaves

And Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Bon Jovi on the airwaves

Take that girl up out the country but can't take the country out

Still got plastic on the couch

Got that accent in the south

Tell me what you talkin' 'bout

Ain't no pool table in sight

But that 8-ball is in route

Corner pocket of a [?] and this one's on the house

Drop a name, she never does, drop a dime, I highly doubt

Too much ridin' on the family, holdin' down the local drought

Cadillac is all original, you see her backin' out

Brown paint, brown guts, so she call it "Black & Mild"

If you're lucky with your plug, well then you'll maybe get a call

Keep that beeper on vibrate and don't tell nobody at all

Yeah, that circle super tight, so be careful how you talk

Pulled that pistol out her purse and put that pistol down your drawers

Boy, you know that bitch don't mess around

Diamonds on her fingernails

Betty out there, gettin' down

Trappin' at the motel

Seven for a quarter pound

That bitch is doin' so well

Drinkin' 7-Up and Crown

But all you can ever smell is Aqua Net

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Bon Jovi on the airwaves

And Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Bon Jovi on the airwaves

Aqua Net hairspray

Dope girl, keep slangin', yeah

Dope girl, keep slangin'

Aqua, Aqua Net

Hot lyrics - Yelawolf

We ain't in here, we outta here

We ain't in it, we above it

Yeah!

Just ran up in the mall with a quarter sack of heroin

Chocolate chip ecstasy

'Bout to sell a couple to a redhead, yeah

I'ma meet him in the back in the Burger King

Said he was an Eminem fan

So I gave him an autograph and said vicariously

And I never use that sparingly

American, please, take two on me

Get a pair of new chucks, put 'em in the back seat

Right next to the other fifty pair

I put 'em on now, ready, I'm fresh as fuck

I change clothes like I never had shit to wear

Like I never had a new whip to clean

Scrubbin' white walls, I can get tipped, yeah

Like I've never had a bucket seat to lean

Grippin' woodgrain 'til I catch a pistol, yeah

I'ma head over to the bar, reach in the toolbox

Throw a monkey wrench and catch a ratchet

Head up into the car, reach in the glove box

Pop the trunk and go jack a rabbit

In the mood to be rude, crude and trashy

What's new but a credit card usin' plastic

Gotta carry two dollar bills in the back of the

Chain wallet just to feel like I'm average, I'm

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot

And I'm feelin' sketchy

Fuck it, I'ma let the lead doodle (brr)

You feelin' breathy

Chasin' me down like a bottle of Yoo-hoo

But I'm a star, I'm like a space student

Boy, check the clock up in the bird, I'm coocoo

You walkin' out the club like a wet noodle

Put your boy on a leash like a pet poodle

Bitch, firecracker

Nobody would light 'cause that fuse is too short

An evangelist for the dope man

I got the plug, what's he abusin' you for?

Hittin' for the low like a basement, new floors

So keep your head up like a compass due north

You comin' round the mud in the heavy Chevy

No Benz to him, no crown vic', the blue Ford

Still kickin' Dixies

Still spit this filthy dirt the southern view for

The gutter and the motherfuckerin' crooks to do court

Thanks to play I'm still kickin' new doors

Down, I'm still bustin' locks for you boys

Steal this shit like I stole manure

Smoke bellowin' out of a chimney stack

I'm burnin' up a track like a full pack of Newports

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot

All motherfuckin' day

Cambo, give me that moonshine, boy

Fuckin' gettin' it, yeah!

And I really don't mind

Whether or not you consider me as a rapper

I wrote a book on how to flip on the pattern

They forget about the wolf, now they're flippin' it backwards

Ooh, what a rotten apple

Fuckin' worms, just bait and tackle

So as a matter of fact

You're better off leavin' me out of the rappers chapter

So while the old turntable wobble around

I'ma hit another shot, swallow it down

Take a purple bag off a bottle of Crown

And spare no change, follow me now

Every single record was a part of me now

They wanted to hold a piece and a part of me down

Motherfuckers are 'bout to get all of me now

ET phone home, callin' me now

Quite simply put, I'm infinitely good, just who I am

Meant to be this hood, trippin' out all day

Just two more grams, I'm up in these woods, yeah

And like an oak tree that's poking

Off of the riverbank, I be hangin' lowkey

Throwin' my cigarette in the fire like an old chief

Packin' a bowl in the corn pipe with gold teeth, I'm

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin' again, I'm runnin' at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' 'em up, baby, hot

Hitchy-witchy country ass shit

What you talkin' 'bout?

Catfish, motherfucker!

Mud Mouth lyrics - Yelawolf

Yeah

I feel the breeze coming in

I smell the smoke on the pen

That country boy killing these motherfuckers

Pullin' up in the box, I'm around the bend

Sticking this pocket like trap rappers

Here for the meal bitch, I brought a bowl

Carry the weight like I'm hauling oats

Got 'em clearing that dope like that Conoco

Who's that motherfucker Billy?

We can rock out and go hook out in Harlem

Who would cosign this white boy

Jimmy I piss out a starter

Fed with a long handle spoon

Got an attitude, yeah, I'm a problem

Got a chip on the shoulder

'Cause I'm from 'Bama

Alabama boys ain't 'bout no caution

My destiny ain't second-guessing

Ain't gonna filter expression

They hit me with stereotypes

I decline, I ain't gonna answer the question

I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is

For the honkies in trucks and the kids

Just a product of southern environment

Mason jar full of shine I'm gonna twist the lid

Bought me some Cartier shades

Threw them bitches in the lake

Swim to the bottom to find 'em

Swim back to the top with an old grenade

Look what I found Cambo

Pull the pin, buddy, what do you say?

Fuck it, here we go

See, blowin' up ain't never safe

Fucking dead man with the lead man

Caught a wig like I came with a Steadman's

Slum bakery how I'm bread man

Turn my nick in the dirt like I'm red man

See the future with me in the Chevy van

Like a peyote trip, in the red sand

Drop another classic in the set man

Go on pull the plastic on the bed man

Got the drip, HOT, swept like a felt hat

808's hitta's breaking these icecaps

Son of a bitch, yeah, I like that

Take a look at your soul, what a sight dad

I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is

For the honkies in trucks and the kids

Just a product of southern environment

Mason jar full of shine I'm gonna twist the lid

To rock and roll had to cut it up

Like I ran up in a thorn bush

Stop, drop, and roll, you ain't dope enough

With them silly ass rhymes and that boring hook

Bitch I'm red Atlanta, Circa Dungeon fell in 1998 swag, yeah

If you know then you know, if you don't then consider yourself runnin' late rap, yeah

Black on them made that check

Playing tape with the playback ,yeah

With them hippies like way back, yeah

In the kitchen, they make crack, yeah

Still mobbing deep and I'm not sure

I just sold out the show, got the spot booked

Blinders on like a Tennessee Walking Horse

Tunnel vision I'm focused, do not look

Like a book, I see them laying back

Billy ain't the one, he ain't sayin' that

Got a bigger budget, need to pay it back

Drop a fucking heater on a Maytag

I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is

For the honkies in trucks and the kids

Just a product of southern environment

Mason jar full of shine I'm gonna twist the lid

Yelawolf other songs:

 

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

Living the life of a student

Yeah I begin on a high

Losing my mind

And they say that I’ve been winning for time

Never been to a gun fight, never needed a knife

But then I make the cut whenever delivering the lines

Sit on the side, with a rhymepack

With a tin in my sights

Sipping a lemon and lime Corona only with my best friends

Cause I paid in my pride

Giving the time to write rhymes

But I find truth at a quarter to five

Eh

[Yelawolf]

It’s kinda like I took a train

To the left side of my brain, oh, main

Toddle some mud, under my door

You know I’m stepping in my own lane

All of these speakers sitting behind me

but what psychology, psychologically insane

Part of me wanna get down, down, down

making you go low, inside

[Ed Sheeran]

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

You better tell him ’bout it

What you gonna tell him bout it?

Yeah, yeaaaah

[Yelawolf]

Ten toes to the dirt

Pencil to the paper

God has a favour for your thirst

Drink-drink ya pint bye-bye

To this bullshit praise allah

To the wheels I’m a ridah

Steering your prada

Only closed in my ada-di-das

I’m a fetus in my boom sake nana

Daddy’s home, on the mic, hey papa

[Ed Sheeran]

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

But every single one of my fans know that

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

Like I’m flying with Van Gogh

Livin’ so sweet without Gretel and Hansel

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

Find me wearing old clothes rocking a Kangol

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

[Yelawolf]

Hello me, how ya been?

You got a mullet again like when you was 10

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

And your piggy bank is full of change

Fact, what you used to steal from

You been playing fools, like a steel drum

Pulling out early, and they still come

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

Yelawolf is kicking back at these pilgrims

Hold up baby, sit still son

Woah, this old rock, it heals been rolled

Still shocking when I see ‘em go

bananas and they hammer the [?]

[Hook]

[Yelawolf]

I’m not the average half wit

After this hour gets out of this

60 seconds I’m going in any directions

And chasing this jack with a shot of Budweiser and water

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

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

Blowing his fucking mics like the winds [?]

Hooligans, hooligans, hooligans

But really who’s a friend?

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

Know I be new again

A student of you my friend

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

Minus 4, minus war

You don’t want it

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

Dog don’t gotta lead

Dog’s already home

Jack, dog I’m a beast, I’m a wolf

Bring your dogs back

A melody man in a melancholic mellow yellow can

Shhh, tell him how we gonna sell ‘em man

Been working hard all week

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

So won’t you bring that back to me

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

I got blisters on my feet

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

So won’t you bring that back to me

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

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

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

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

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

Billy Goat (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Yelawolf

Catfish Billy Goat

Really though... (Haha)

Yeah!

I must... I must be a fucking goat

The way this chain is hanging off my throat

Warming up my vo-cals

Need somewhere to hang my coat y'all

Ray-Bans on my face, bitch I ain't looking at you, ho

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

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

But fuck that also, cos I wanna hollow out my cuss words out on you

Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Pootie Tang

Taking you over to the studio and do my thang

I am dope, jump on this track like Kangaroo Jack

Aboriginal boomerang, I am dope

Left, right, left, right, soldier step right up

I'm airtight, fuck your stairflight

I'm prepared like, I'm not scared like fuck your hairline up!

Barber school, see I got haters by the carpool

They say I changed, that's because I got a jar full

You primates, monkey ass, white boys lyin' fake

Oh you a hip hop head? Bitch, your first record was Kanye

You just on a blind date

You get dumped with the rest of 'em

When this current trend is over with..

I'll still be on my way

Yeah, that laughable trend's like detachable friends

Them fuckers show up to party

But when that party does end, they Gone with the Wind

So I hope that song that you spin makes you enough bread to retire

Better watch what you spent

Anyway, that shit is dead like any day

All I'm saying is regenerate and penny save

If you swag surfing then certainly you'll ride any wave

And you're already dead, homie, so pick any grave

I pledge allegiance to the Slumerican flag

Ten stars for every letter

Lighting bolts to lead the path

For the slums I represent

From the laundromats of cash, from growing dope illegally

Break the law and get the bag

Yeah, and take the saw and cut the slabs

You build your house with straw and mud

That when it rains your roof will sag

Dag, take the crawl before you run, that pace right there will win the race

So run the laps and not the drag

But what do I know, Fido?

If you're a dog, I'm a dog

We're just two frogs on a log singing in the moonlight till the DJ hits pause

Or my body pit falls

From the whisky sip, then I'm empty and tall

Till the ink pen don't draw

Put until then, friend, I'm gonna need another pen, dawg

Cos I’m a highly orchestrated life aboard the Earth

I’m guided by the light, the light is inside the word

The brightest candle with the thickest wick

Melanin is irrelevant‬

I hear the kick, hat, snare, that there hits my soul, bro

That's why I go hard on beats and also get down with dough bros

What the fuck, I'm too hard for lumberyards

I'm too sick for cancer sticks

Built that bridge to come across

A ghett-o philanthropist

Hustle hand over fist

A pro-phylactic, no chauvinist

Oh Jay no, fuck I'm smooth as shit (polished!)

And don't shoulder nits

Never made it to college...

But I made it to Shady!

Gave myself no other options

"Yela, you're dreaming, ya crazy!"

I saw the gap in the options

The South is an orphan and lazy

Nobody wanted to father it

So I made it my baby!

Your rockabye the Rock and try and mash it all up

And who the fuck am I!?

Didn't reinvent the wheel

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

Sorry about the oil stains that I left on the road

If you slip and fall on the shit I talk, then I guess you're the run of the joke (run of the joke)

Don't get lost in the timing

If the water's still then let it be still

In this world when the lightning

What you build ain't always exciting

It maybe is until they see and feel

In this world when the lightning

You've got to earn your invite...

(Trunk Muzik III)

Bloody Sunday (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Yelawolf

Catfish Billy

M.W.A., Ghetto Cowboy, motherfucker

Brian Jones

Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody

Always been about it from the jump

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

Never been a punk

Yeah, been an innovator, fuck a imitator

Drop another hot potato, son

Take 'em back to Piedmont Park

With Baby D and the Kings of Crunk

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

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

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

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

Suit up, you gonna need a hazmat

Leavin' these fuckers chewed up

Like a muskrat in a backpack

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

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

Pull up your bra, quit spillin' your guts

You better cork your bottle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck around and I'll surround you like circumferences

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

Game, I'll make that place your home

Like the Sons of Mumford did

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

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

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

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

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

You could use an Uber, like a student pupil

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

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

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

Lead is flyin' 'til they dead or cryin'

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

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

Ten toes down up like a light pole

Middle finger up like a black rhino's horn

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

Never let bygones be bygones

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

Rappin' obese is just bygone

Never thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy

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

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

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

Hold up, G—easy

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

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

Marshall Mathers may have ignored you

But if you want the smoke, bring the foil

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

Have a nice day, suave

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

Got so many styles I could be a wardrobe, boy

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

With your buttermilk pancakes

Mama's little helper, Daddy's little bae

Put the Bébé Kids in my Chevrolet

Brought the pepper spray and a banana for AKs

Bitch, holler, "Mayday, mayday"

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

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

Let me here kick that shit, Pelé

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

And your whiskey sucks, fuckin' one sip

I wanted to go straight back to AA

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

Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just because

Let's see if he answers back

All that chain stitchin' from Chill Bill

And the cowboy boots and hats

Damn, Posty, can't we be friends?

Our clothes already match

Poser, biter, appropriation thief

Give a fuck how many records you sold

Every fan you made is a leaf off of my tree

Boy, you're my seed

Another mullet in the gang with the teeth icy

I just picked a bone with Post Malone

And did it all on a B-side beat

Dribble through the middle up

Crossover on 'em like I'm in the NBA

Look, I don't really give a fuck

Tell me, what do I gotta lose anyway?

Still mobbin' in the pickup

Throw a middle finger out the window when I wave

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

Beethoven is rollin' over in his grave

'Cause I'm a conductor and a conduit

Of musical energy, electrical wave

Prodigy of an anomaly, Shady

Bumpin' daily somethin' crazy, someone save me

Nothing made me somethin', baby

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

Trunk Muzik III

Elvis Messy (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Yeah

DJ Klever

Yelawolf

MWA

Bryan Jones on the beat biatch

Alright DJ come take the wheel

And I'll set this fucker off

Pull Catfish up out the hills

That's how I would do your job

You don't want no problem here

Not the line you want to cross

Take the rapper over here

And I'll feed him to the dogs

Just because, just be cau-tious

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

Mad cause we got bitches licking lips and throwing bras up

Got no time to talk, cause

When I snap, it's all good

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

Aw shucks

Aw fuck, I'm just playing, shut up

Fair warning not too subtle

I lay dormant but ooh brother

Got holy water like two puddles

And landslide the vampires are vandalized

With cans of Krylon damage and design

Sanitize the inner prize

The plan is amplified

Fans are f'n tired

By the need, provided me

Allowing me to open the

Show is over, no promoter

Locally and overseas

Would tell you different, I'm a timebomb

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

Slumerican tossed the barbarian off the bar area

Plus the dyed hair blonde-

Bitch over there, got her hips in the air

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

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

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

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

Hold my beer, don't hold my breath

Hold my weight, showing flex

I'm so hard, diamonds envy 'round me

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

Mountainous terrain to climb no

You fuckin' with the hustle, need a rope

You want the vintage turquoise, Navajo

I stained that shit from stage at every show

Brad Spit, Matthew Mcconaublaze

Hollywood meets Elvis Messy

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

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

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

I write my flows like a fighter

These are punches being thrown

To your nose, duck and jab

Leaving blood patterns on the clothes

I might be white Muhammed Ali

As-salamu alaykum, here for the feast

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

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

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

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

Hey I hose off, staring at me

Better mourn the cow, bury the beef

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

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

Get to the bottom of it like Titanic, very deep

Make you a model puppet, like Jim Henson every week

Sesame Street, yes sir Big Bird

Leave 'em black and yellow like I live in Pittsburgh

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

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

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

Like a tube of super glue does for model aeroplanes

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

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

Collect them all, don't let 'em fall

Until the critics come and frame

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

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

So to all the people who supported me throughout the game

Over the years, I hope you like watching me grow

Yeah, Michael Wayne, Michael Wayne

Yeah, Ghetto Cowboy

5427 Hickory Park Drive off Bell Road

Antioch Tennessee

Via southside Alabama

G.A.D motherfucker

Trunk Muzik III

Gansta Walk (Get Buck Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Slumafia

Gangsta Boo

Catfish Billy, Yeah!

I am still that motherfucker

Ain't nothing new to this

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

Seven hundred dollar glass of whiskey and I shoots it

Using my gold teeth to take an olive off a toothpick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now you fucking going off cooking up a new rendition

Country rappers on my balls look at the redneckism

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

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

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

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

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

Everyday all day, didn't have that tattoo

Around about '08 back when I wore fat shoes

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

Forget about the old me kinda sorta

Put on a pair of boots and I jump the border

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trunk Muzik 3

[*cracks beer*]