[Intro] Though many have come There will never be another one Quite like, Yela
[Chorus: Yelawolf] RAHHH! Everybody get the FUCK UP! RAHHH! Everybody get the FUCK UP! RAHHH!
[Yelawolf] Daddy gonna pop that trunk! Yeah, battleship sunk, throwin dirt clot chunks Slingshot rocks, broke, no money lumps Lookin at the D-boys with the pretty dunks Slick sit down, you ain't in the city chump Special K make the kitties come Get'cha some, get many guns Move 'em out, ten toes down, pity none! Get your own, Dixie won't give a dog a bone Sittin on bigger chrome, yeah that's home Bird fight, Pit fight, what a good song Lookin at the world like, "What'd I do wrong?" Nothin but a mailman truck comin back for the pick-up I'm a gift you can't get rid of Recline on me homie, I'ma make you sit up Get drunk, do it! Stage lights are lit up! SCREAM LIKE!
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[Yelawolf] ... Let the beat ride like that! Yeah I'm a thunderbird never comin back Thunder in the trunk, thunder in the dope sack I, serve 'em up thunder in the dope raps BOOM~! Big 'llac's in the tall grass Sit with the tires flat Real good price buddy, you should buy that Blink and you might pass, my town Hole in the wall king, my crown Oh but of all things, my sound is pickin up like a 30-mile long train Slow climb up but such a long gain So how did I become a pick of all names? What a fairy tale like Ichabod Crane The Headless Horseman runnin untamed like!
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
