[Intro] Calling all cars, calling all cars There is a gangster on the loose He is very heavily armed....and legged And considered extremely dangerous If you happen to see him on your way home Do not attempt to apprehend him... I repeat, do not attempt to apprehend
[Verse 1 - Yelawolf] Would the real Slim Shady Please stand up And tell these Muthafuckers why I got signed? Cause I’m on the verge of Slapping one of these white boys Out here tryna imitate my grind And if you feel offended it when I say that Fuck you, say something back What do I gotta lose? I’m already the underdog Why wouldn’t I give you the opportunity to rap? Fuck boy, I’m harder than Your momma’s fuck toy And she’s still bitching I’m sicker than a chicken sitting in shit Sticking itself with a syringe In a Japanese kitchen, get some I got the kinky bitch: get crumbs Yeah, here the Shady clique come They say I’m a dickhead Well it fits why Cause I'mma fuck this pussy ass game up till she gets numb Any of many styles that I pick from Fuck it just give me kick drums Cause Yelawolf ain't a rapper I’m a cataclysmic culturally Offensive, don’t give a shit bum Ex-con, so put ya money on a ‘Bama boy 20 West of Atlanta boy You wanna ride in my lane Prepare for the 18 wheeler Winds Get a grip on the bicycle handle bars
[Hook] All the girls I meet (Better handle yours) Are falling down them stairs Said getting themselves together They getting themselves together (Thats why they call me) Gangster of Love
Yelawolf and I On top don’t wonder why Cause I rock and roll Stop drop and roll Thats why they call me (Gangster of love) Feet on the ground Head in the sky Cause I rock and roll Stop drop and roll Thats why they call me
[Verse 2 - Yelawolf] Hold up, my God Let me pull the Chevrolet out the garage I'm killing on Hennessy lately, KP You might get a hicky from Nicki Minaj Fuck em all with a sandpaper dick I dare anybody to come match to this You couldn’t hold a flame to my name bitch I wouldn’t even let you hold a bic to my cancerous stick? I’m treating rappers like loose change The shoe string belts that I lost in the cracks of my couch Like I didn’t even know I had that until ? Oh you want some of the south shit? Well let me show you what the south is You into sucking dick Well I’m into getting rich buddy We could make a good team Put your money where your mouth is
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Yelawolf] I roll out in a t-top two seater Looking like an american missle seeker Got back pack packs in my dungerees I’mma light a fuse under the disbeliever Say you don’t give a shit good Cause I don’t give two shits neither You ready let it go, I’m already at your funeral Walking with a rose like Wiz Khalifa Yes sir, I’m bona-fied I’mma go ahead and Live cause I know I’m gonna die And if you want a lift, baby get up in the whip Baby I don’t know what I’ma give but I know I’m gonna try Whatever it is girl you know I’m gonna buy But you know thats a fib yeah, you know thats a lie What if I buy you drive through popeyes? Do you want it grilled or do you want it fried? I’m doing this like I knew I would And you did too, so you knew you did If I never got a co-sign I’ll be at your throat And it don’t matter who I’m with Repping that area code 256 White trash girls wink with blue eyelids Because they know Yelawolf can’t be f-cked with But it don’t take an asshole to see that shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
