Look at my name up under the marquee And throw up in your lap bitch Still a renegade Still up in the Chevrolet Sippin 7 with the lemonade, bitch I'm a moonwalker Star lit like a car sits in the dark when you have parked it like a nude stalker Catfish billy I'm the king of the lowlifes Show up at the show with a bunch of rich folks like I'd like to have ran into a light pole right before they walked in Car crashed and then bar dashed in a Hertz rental with a fat lip like Burt Reynolds moustache We drink it up Fuck that we drank it up then tear it down Crank it up like a pro hound that's beat up and doo-doo brown (Doo-doo brown?) Yea doo-doo brown Tell that fat bitch take a doo-doo now Cause I got that shit Yelawolf up in this motherfucker with voodoo now I'm a mastermind
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(Mastermind) Everything I touch either gets hated or they receive it as (Mastermind) Everything I do either gets bit by these heathens or even it's ripped by the seams when I conceive it (Mastermind) Everything I touch either gets hated or they receive it as (Mastermind) My enemies grieve every time I speak in his mind like a priest in the sky I believe it I'm a (Mastermind)
[Verse 2]
With a Colgate white smile Brush my teeth with propane and blow fire from the teeth of a white child You motherfuckers better pipe down like you've been caught smokin bogues Slumericans all around me and we've been talkin cold yea (S)But a state if mind when ur Rollin up a (L) it ain't me and Nas Who howl and yell about (U) Thank god for shady I gotta give it up to (M) With out him I wouldn't know what the fuck I would be (E) Stuck in the south with no C-A-(R) The rest of this shit is kinda cliche (I C-A-N) Laddy Daddy Yes I can (Alabama) Yes I am Grew up in the south gettin popped in the mouth if you didn't say sir yes and ma'am So I got slapped half the time That why when I write about the blues then my childhood takes up half the rhyme Yea I'm a psychopath sometimes a mastermind
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[Verse 3]
Bitch, better put your dukes up I ain't got time for these vampires Throw 'em in the fire cause I am that true blood I'm an angel untangled by the web of a black widow So sick that I leave a tree standing up straight Leaned down like a weeping willow Deep in a pillow, dreaming, sleep walking Not one motherfucker in the game ready for the science I am Stephen Hawking Fat bitch in the front row Dry heave and coughing Get these hoes some H2O before I get fee'd for assaulting Blood I see it often Suds in the bottom of a jug Left so many duds in the club beat up and crawling I could've got rich in a teeth auction On stage like a priest talking And there will be none after mine Son of a bitch and the father of a church Similar to Jesus when he found Miss Magdalene MastermindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
