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 the bullet, Yes I'm 'bout it motherfucker 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 Huh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper That could tell story like my uncle when he's drinking Product of a working environment, fuck is y'all thinking? Meaning I'm working-working harder than any artist can Ever do it simply cause I'm made that way I build a house around your ass before you could realize, that you were in the neighborhood that yelawolf made So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it, tell'em I'm an alabama Wanna-be, I be that I'll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb On you from a motherfucking beanbag, I need that
Get away Tell my folks roll up the j's Bring yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on the roofs of the broken (?) Till there's nothing left to say, cause if I don't get away People will see my trailer park getaway, ? will have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some You won't have to get away from me Load up the guns, load up the guns ? won't have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some Cause if I don't get away People will see my trailer park getaway, ? will have to get away from me
Man, I done been through it all I'd a been up and know what it is to fall Punk police feeling all on my balls When I have probable cause I never stand tall Dog, you gotta do something fatt Who would roll with wolf, why you come back? Cause them up there, don't want to play fair Got me pinned to the wall like a fucking thumbtack Dumb fatt, dumb ?, criticize a nigga for the crack I sell? Like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well Or eat at all, want to see me fall Cause I see them all dog, them lines Only cause I got catfish on my side Bitch I'm headed up, up to the sky Roll up, let's get high Wavin' them bye, I need that
20 plus 20 still spittin' 'em out They put my dick in your mouth Take it back out Put it back in Fuck on the floor Skeet on the couch So when you ugly motherfuckers ? This retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world ain't stupid or dumb enough to fuck with If you're in, say you're in, (say you're in!) And if you're in some motherfuckin business Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, out of luck, you don't do "win"! Not in there, not a nigga, can't compare So what I do to these bars on these walls On the scales, in the clubs, in the bars, ?, in the jails I need that
Compositores: Johnny Otis Jr (Otis Shuggie), Michael L Tyler (The Braids), Michael Wayne Atha, Darius Joseph Barnes (Phonix), Jerrico Laushaun Horton (Shawty Fatt) ECAD: Obra #7951898