[Intro] (Catfish) Hi kids! (Come out and play) Do you like Primus? (Catfish)
[Verse 1] I was gonna do one of those kind of freestyles You know the jack for beat shit Practical rapper's speed dial Automatic attention And sniff out an MP3 file, murder it Throw a dead body at your feet and say, “ See how?” But then I thought, hey, what the fuck is the use? I got drunk and listened to Primus, then took it into the stu I looped it up for a minute then grabbed the pen And began and these menacing mental sentences started syllable groups That’s over the top, I’m too explanatory But my catalog of music is well, mandatory Wanna appreciate what I made on that Love Story? Look at my history and the history of recording because
[Hook 1] I popped out the wood like a pine cone Dropped in that Alabama time zone Popped the shotgun then a microphone Oops, pop the trunk, now your mind's blown
[Verse 2] To understand who I was before hip-hop You gotta picture this little bitty ass idiot Running ‘round with a hideous group of sinning, oblivious Hicks smokin’ a roach and then sniffing gas out of Hemis With garden hoses Poking holes into my old jeans One of those nightmarish, impossible teens But i was a young prophet to be seen Listenin' to some Skynyrd, then Ozzy, then Billie Jean, hm Somebody should have seen my great escape Cause I went from pressing my troubles to pressing play on a tape My appetite for destruction was pushing me to my fate And then The Beastie Boys put me up on that 808
[Hook 2] It's over with, I'm a vocalist, I can fucking see it Two thousand people in front of me singing what I'm singing This redneck, slum shit, mixed with this shit's amazing What a concept, but my name is Mud
[Verse 3] Damn right mister Claypool I couldn't have said it better, you're like an angel I'm not as accepted as I expected Through my perspective in front of the sexes And I didn't get elected Like Charlamagne Tha God fuckin' hates me Man, wish I felt accomplished by having such a prestigious Over achieving genius like Charlamagne to complain about me Why can't somebody whose really done something doubt me? That's hard luck, fuck it, I'm used to kickin' buckets I'm used to pickin' up sticks for the general public I don't know how being white is such a sensitive subject It ain't like I'm the kind of white like a Jimmy Buffet Or mother fuckin' geek undeserving of credibility I'm realer than most of these rappers ever was or will it be's I don't sell dope and I don't ask why I don't pin, fuck quotes, and I don't sell lies
[Skit] Yelawolf, man he changes, man he's so weird He went from wearing a mohawk to fuckin' rocking a beard, in a year And now he's over that, what is he gonna do? And I saw him on Instagram and he's rockin' some cowboy boots?
[Verse 3] I feel great, you should get a pair My DJ's got a pair of rattlesnake skin boots, he's outta here We like being not like you, that's the point Besides I look amazing, Baby, roll me a joint And I don't even smoke no more I just feel like Willie Nelson more than I have before So turn the music up a mother fuckin' tad bit more And prepare yourself for another Shady smash of course I ain't one of these artists, clearly that stickin', they never change I love opening doors, exploring parts of my brain Reflected externally through my clothes, views and style And it takes a hell of heart to do it in front of a crowd Pardon me while I start a new chapter inside my book It's a feeling of pure enjoyment to sing you another hook To look on your face when you hear it, the shit that I created It's amazing and I can feel it, believe it I can relate, but
[Hook 3] Don't be a hater on the fucking clock Trimmin' fat takes time, just wait, watch These rappers really think they got shit locked But they gonna know about me when my album drops Love Story
I’ll give it to you motherfuckers when daddy comes homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
