[Intro - Yelawolf] And I came into the house And I saw a party And it was good And I walk upon it A King of it And I saw that it was good So I filled up my cup Lord, I am the party prophet! I am, the party prophet!
[Verse 1 - Yelawolf] Bitch I'm leaning back in my skull cap Picture me rolling inside a jet-black spaceship Sitting high like a white bitch's nose Over Beverly Hills caught by the Wolf's fragrance Ya smell that Slum- Merican arrogance in the air again I'm carrying a drum Waking up the dead like, Hello Mr. Jackson Zippers in the red jacket, who's bad? Mr. black? gun! Is it you, is it you, is it you, is it you? Tell security we steppin up in this motherfucker strapped And he ain't bout to check none it's done All hail to the crew Lord I'm hotter than the blue steel of a Bruce sword Swinging through clowns like butter You talking goons you gonna need another room for us Wolf-pack rolling deep, no sleep, rolling 'neath where they smoking on leaf Till I can't see straight, till I need a rebate, till I'm rolling my sleeves Some of these motherfuckers are still in their pajamas Alot of their mommas in the parking lot hollering "Now please please, give me my baby back in one piece!" I send them back puzzled, what did I see
[Hook X2 - Yelawolf] The party prophet, party prophet The party prophet, party prophet The party prophet, party prophet The party prophet, Yelawolf is a party The party prophet
[Bridge: Yelawolf] Welcome to the church of Rock 'N Roll
[Verse 2 - Yelawolf] Treat this grown ass party like I did school I don't give not a single damn, and I didn't then too Will Ferrell just put his nuts on your grandmother's favorite kitchen stool Then I took all thirty two of that cold blue and I didn't leave shit for you Pissed in the woods that I thought was a bush If it ain't a bush fuck it that's cool Drown her with a Jack D bottle drinking ass Cuss her like a sailor ass Catfish Billy looking silly with the hillbilly hat Stumbling through everybody trying to find a new shirt Acting most ridiculous but really I'm in your momams closet pushing through momos Oh wait, yes you do I'm the life of the party like voodoo Here's life to an otherwise dead doll So put the needle down in the motherfucker real deep in the heart Can I get a, "Yes yes ya'll?" (Yes yes ya'll) Pull up in a brand new Chevy I just bought and give you a pep talk
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[Verse 3 - DJ Paul] Jump up out the fishtail Cadillac With a bottle of yac on my back motherfucker get back Gotta snub nose and a switchblade That's a motherfucking fact but ya'll already know that Pack of cigarettes rolled up in my sleeve With a blunt of Cali hanging at the side of my mouth I'm so intoxicated I kissed a bitch and threw up in her mouth Fuck that, I've got some more shit for her mouth But that's later on, when I'm bout to roll out When I walked to the party red carpet rolled out Walking slow motion blowing smoke in my mouth You got molly? Damn right I got molly And I got a bottle of that folly in the dolly Can you please excuse my swag I don't mean to ruin the party I'm a nigga that's naughty Hanging with my nigga from another, Yelawolf Step up in the club, whole club got took Drink a metheglin, hundred bitches got took (Got took) Bang her til she yell like a wolf (ah-woooooooh) Than I jump back in the ride Still got my condom on but a nigga gotta slide Cause her boyfriend just came with thirty niggas ready ride Put a brother on the hoes holding up picket signsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
