Yeah, 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 missin' 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
Who could tell story like my uncle when he's drinkin'
Product of a workin' environment, fuck is y'all thinkin'?
Meanin' I'm workin', workin' 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 motherfuckin' beanbag, I need that
Get away, tell my folks roll up the J's
Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet
Talk 'til there's nothing left to say
'Cause if I don't get away you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon' have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You gon' have to get away from me
Load up the gun, load up the gun
Then you'll have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
'Cause if I don't get away
You gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gone have to get away from me
Man, I done been through it all
I done been up and know what it is to fall
Punk police feeling all on my balls
Without a probable cause 'cause a nigga sittin' tall
"Dawg, you gotta do something Fatt
On the road with Wolf, why did you come back?"
'Cause them up there don't wanna play fair
Got me pinned to the wall like a fucking thumb tack
"Dumb fat"
Dumb hell, criticize a nigga for the crack I sell
Like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well
Or eat at all, wanna see me fall
Let 'em see that? Naw dawg
Them lies 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
Get away, tell my folks roll up the J's
Bring Yelawolf a deuce
We'll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet
Talk 'til there's nothing left to say
'Cause if I don't get away
You gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon' have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You gon' have to get away from me
Load up the gun, load up the gun
Then you'll have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
'Cause if I don't get away
You gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gone have to get away from me
20 plus 20, still spittin' 'em out
Still piss on your porch and still shit in your house
Then put my dick in your mouth
Take it back out, put it back in
Fuck on the floor, skeet on the couch
Which one of you ugly motherfuckers
Think you thug enough or rugg enough
Or gutter enough, fast enough to keep up with me
The most retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world
Ain't stupid or dumb enough to fuck with me
If you in, say you in
And if you is handle your motherfuckin' business
Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up
What we gonna do? Win
Not a nan' 'nother nigga out of there can compare
To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales
In these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairs
I need that
Get away, tell my folks roll up the J's
Bring Yelawolf a deuce
We'll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet
Talk 'til there's nothing left to say
'Cause if I don't get away
You gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon' have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You gon' have to get away from me
Load up the gun, load up the gun
Then you'll have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
'Cause if I don't get away
You gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gone have to get away from me
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