[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 Heh, what a son of a bitch my mama raised into a rapper who could tell a story like my uncle when he's drinkin Product of a working env-iron-ment, fuck is y'all thinkin? Meaning I'm workin, workin harder than any artist could ever do It's simply 'cause I'm made that way I'll build a house around yo' ass before you could realize that you 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...
[Chorus] ...get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet Talk 'til there's nothing left to say, 'cause if I don’t get away You gon' 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 guns, load up the guns - Then you’ll have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some - 'cause if I don’t get away You gon' see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gone have to get away from me
[Shawty Fatt] (Yeeeaaahh~!) Maaaan, I done been through it all I done been up and know what it is to fall Punk police feelin 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 fuckin 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...
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[Mystikal] Twenty plus twenty still spittin 'em out Still piss on yo' porch and still shit in your house Then put my dick in yo' mouth, take it back out, put it back in Fuck on the flo', skeet on the COUCH~! Which one of you ugly motherfuckers think you thug enough or rug enough or gutter enough or fast enough to keep up? HUH! 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 motherfuckin business Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up.. what we gon' 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 'cause I need that...
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