1.No Hands
Look mama, no hands
I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all
Yela, how's it going？
Oh man, I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all
Ain't no reason to quit, what the fuck I look like
To put a cyst and desist on this heat that I spit, shit, bitch!
I believe in my wits, enough to believe on my kids
Won't be home 'til Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa Clause, no m'am, no problems
I'm stuck in play like a fair ball
Know you love to call it foul, say hip hop ain't in the south
But this country rap tunes
Got a bitch in the back room with a open mouth ah
But sacrifice it all and lord knows it
With my life on the bulls eye
Make a camera jealous of my focus
And that's shady if you ain't notice
The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named Otis
In a traffic jam, I got my lane open
It came with the same token
You did and cracked the bank open
When they said the rap game was in the drought
I was swimming in so much dope I had break my life jacket out
Like, look mama, no hands
I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all
Yela, how's it going？
Oh man, I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all
Get a work out bitch, run your lips
I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
Just to see me trip
You window shopping and can't see the gift
When the shit is sitting in front of your face
Like cement in between the bricks
If the world had name for me, I'd be slumarican
This whole shit started out real, bitch bet I can
And I do it with Casio and a farmers tan and
On the top of the hundred grand, fuck bet I stand
And I made it through 'cause I had heart
Waking up to roaches in my cereal box
Buddy, that's a bad start, food stamps in the packed mart
On some of these bitch ass rappers would take a dick to say they
had it hard
Don't make one of these slums go and intercept you
Enter your dorm room and punk you Internet goons
I'm spring loaded with the assault of an old man drinking a
fifth
And stepping with my knee in an old van like hey
Look mama, no hands
I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all
Yela, how's it going？
Oh man, I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all
A couple of loose screws ain't stopping a train from moving
A couple of bucks short of a bill and I'm still one hundred
proofing
Under the heat like I been metal roofing in a trench coat and a
black hooded
Head banging to heavy metal music
I'm now home thank god bamma its home throwing rocks out the
window
On 20, that's a milestone hello tomorrow,
Yesterday is now gone, I dedicate this song to me
Fuck how wrong, shoe laced up with the
Mainstream lace up, with the same team
That I came up with, bang what
Changed the game up, like a change up
With a pain that a drain on to bitch you better remain up
Bang what!, use to help weezy back up 50 pounds,
Green bay backing a bowl up
A broke soul packing the couch
But the landlord used to kick me out
But I went from packing my house
To packing the house bitch, like
Look mama, no hands
I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all
Yela, how's it going？
Oh man, I'm standing on top of the motherfucking hundred grand
They took a shot, airball
You think I give a fuck about you pussies, not at all
2.Hard White (Up In The Club)
It's the boy Lil' Jon
(Yeah)
Got my partner Yelawolf with me
(What's up Yela？)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go, Yelawolf
You ain't gotta lay down on your bed
To know you already fucked up
Letting me in the motherfucking game
Is letting me drunk-driving your truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club
Already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch
That's looking lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong with you now？
What？ You ain't happy with red bottoms？
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP
With a fucking Jack bottle？
With Tom, Dick and Harry
But I got up in this bitch with a tank top
'Cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
That's why they're so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics with a spiked dick when it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, tell me
Go ahead, what the fuck does it matter to me？
'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes
And mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos and my roots, they run deep
Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waiting
Two tens, that's a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm feeling brand new
Drinks on me, for me, not you
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, still don't give a fuck
I don't know what to say after that first verse
I mean like damn, I just killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow？
I done already milked it
Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered
Let go of anything that I'm feeling
They done broke me down so many times
Before that I'm no longer rapping, I'm building
With one brick, two brick, three brick, four
Underneath the steps of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down
For you motherfucker, out there waiting around
For some rap savior
You better look up at what it is that you facing now
'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd probably drink vodka
I still kick it at the party when I get rich
'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope
The realest ain't as real as this
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this bitch
You'll never see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did
Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waiting
Two tens, that's a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm feeling brand new
Drinks on me, for me, not you
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, still don't give a fuck
Yeah
(Y'all know we don't give a fuck)
It's Ghett-O-Vision
(Yeah)
Shady
(Yeah)
Still don't give a fuck
(Nah, ya boy Lil' Jon, we rep the South)
Happy birthday, Alabama
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
(Up in the club)
(Still don't give a fuck)
(Up in the club)
(Still don't give a fuck)
I ain't in the building, I own the building, bitch
3.Get Away
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
4.Let's Roll
(feat. Kid Rock)
Yeah, I'm throwed off
Aint about the money I'ma blow it off
I made my own lane, let's roll, lets roll
Yeah, I'm going off
Aint got a whole lot but I'mma show it off
Better recognise game, lets roll, lets roo-ooooll
Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town
Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all
around
How I was raised, 808 drums quaking they shake that box 88
And the dope boys hotter than hells gate but I still in the
shade
With a fold up chair, a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A B-A-M-A I'm off I might pee in the lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
Bring me case, yeah I'm bringing a case
I'm gettin' throwed off…
And I'm all the way throwed off
Z71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk
Yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy
Yeah buddy, might go off, split you like a bowling ball
Split you in my overalls
Yeah home of the Gumbo, got a couple folks that'd do it to you
for hundo
That dixie cups gonna fall off the console
You don't wanna have a convo and not understand that 'Bama
slanguage
Like hollerin' aint it, but I come to paint it so it won't be
throwed off？
I'm just a kid that rocks
I'm just a boy with a dream
You bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks
Used to keep a .22 in a shoebox
Now I bang beretta's, she's 22 and I keep her in a tube top
White trash and all, take us all the way to the top and then
laugh it off
Like how the fuck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a
fucking jackhammer dog
Cause I planned it all, Crimson tide standing tall
Shit, I'm another lit cannon ball
Fuck around and I'm going off and I'm getting throwed off
5.Growin' Up In The Gutter
Once upon a time in an apartment home
Lived a little girl with a heart of stone
'Cause part of her heart was partly gone
Rarely seen and hardly known
Treated like a mat on a boxing ring
Blood drop stains on the twin box springs
Daddy came to visit, it's not a dream
She thought to herself, what is happenin'？
Above her head is a crucifix
But Lucifer loosens up his wrist
Lays her down with an open fist
And all that was left was hopelessness
Little girl, where's your lovin' mother？
Under the covers, under the covers
Little girl what have you discovered
She stuttered
Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairytales
And so no place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter, black and white in a frame
There we are, safe and sound, stray guns, no aim, yea
Growin' up in the gutter
And you ain't gotta be from the Projects
To deal with this nonsense, Rittz
'Cause even in suburbia somebody will murder ya
Over nothin', leave your body slumpin'
In the parking lot of your complex
Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest
My town is full of drug dealers
Most of them get shot in the process
Hustlin' and stackin' up profits
They robbin' motherfuckers like they havin' a contest
Shit, he took a bitch to his apartment to brag
A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged
'Cause he showed her all the pills he had for sale
For the low
She told her cousin
Then her cousin grabbed a glock and a mask
Kicked in his door laid him down
Then he shot him and dashed
Ran off with all that he had
He used to be ballin' now he got a colostomy bag
What you know about that
Middle class white bitch slangin' her body for crack
Mexican drug cartels, you hear the buck shot shells
And then the blood clot fails, there ain't no healin' the wounds
Biggest meth bust on the east coast right here in Duluth
My lyrics are proof of growin' up in the gutter
You think you can define how hard you got it？
By what neighborhood you live in motherfucker
Wake up in the gutter
Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairytales
And so no place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter, black and white in a frame
There we are, safe and sound, stray guns, no aim, yea
Growin' up in the gutter
Slumerican indeed, I am
Drug through the mud like a weed, what I am
Was child who was beat, I am
Leather belts that made me, I am
Home alone again at 8, I am
Somebody's life to rate, I am
Given to the beast by fate, I am
The one who did escape, I am
A voice for the cold in the dark, I am
The one who sold his heart, I am
From a family torn apart, I am
A target for your dart, I am
Sick again from the whips, I am
Head to the gun and click, I am
A soul that don't run from shit, I am
Exposed to the g.o.a.t.s. of sin, I am
Met a ghost and he said, 'I am'
In the basement in red, I am
Dead cause the Ouija board said
I-A-M
Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairytales
And so no place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter, black and white in a frame
There we are, safe and sound, stray guns, no aim, yea
Growin' up in the gutter
6.Throw It Up
(feat. Eminem ＆ Gangsta Boo)
I see you bitches talking loud but you ain't saying shit
Get the fuck from round here, you don't rep my shit
You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
You don't want that drama you ain't ready for it bitch
Now throw it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
Throw it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
You ain't ready for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) throw it up
You ain't ready for it bitch
I already got 2 cars on the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
Better be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
The fuck you and that pussy carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one
Baby really, you kidding, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin like my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my mama
Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump
bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
I ain't even shift gears yet, I ain't even here yet
I'm outta this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of
paint and check the clerk
Where the keys？
Bitch you better check your purse
I got a brick of herb and I hit this herb？ and I'm feeling like
I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around
the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and
Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch
Bitch please you don't wanna step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his knees when
I'm up in the building, preaching to my children
I don't be taking no shit from you haters
You make me hurt one of your feelings
hahahahaha, Na-nani-nah-nah
Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that hoaky wag, hoaky wag is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi river
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So so crazy got a fucked up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm worser
I'll hurt ya
I got a crazy ass mind game
My nigga, I'm a lion untamed
Hunt ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them hoes
You ain't ready for it bitch
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off this muthafucka
You ain't got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an
elephant
Hello tuts you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell
the cashier what I want
They say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an application, an'throw it back in her face an'
Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a
Whopper
That I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper？
Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada？ Nada chance
I was thinkin' about buying you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart
But the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes I thought
Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya know
They don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthafuckin' hoe
bags
What a trailer trash pioneer？
I am here, that's why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a muthafuckin' diary of
diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or
two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up
7.Good Girl
This ain't for the good girls gone bad
This one's for the bad girls tryna go good
How can someone like me so bad just touch a good girl
Touch a good girl, you're a good girl
And I know that I don't treat you like I should girl
Like I could girl, like my good girl
Here I go again, on my shit again
Walking through the mall, acting like a prick again
You had a halter top, I had my Famous socks
You came to shop, I came to ho hop
You had your girl with you, both looking great
I wanted both of y'all, how 'bout a double take
She was hating, looking at me like a scumbag
But something made you wanna turn around and come back
Probably cause I just don't give a fuck
I just wanna see one of these hookas in my trunk
So tell your girlfriend 'tough luck'
She just wanna see you with somebody dressed up
Well, I really ain't into that type of shit
I'm into tattoos, drink until 6
Fuck until 9, sleep until 12
And going back to my homies with a story to tell
This shit should've been finished
I'm as surprised as you are that you still let me in it
But you continue to text message me
Right after saying that we should move separately
But you don't wanna see me go
Even though I've only given you dick and cold cereal
So you must have a thing for Lucky Charms
Or the bad girl in you just fell in my lucky arms
You love to cuss me out and call me crazy
Say I'm no good and all of your friends hate me
Then you show up to my room and damn near rape me
And then it goes from 'fuck you' to 'fuck me baby'
You leave early so nobody sees you out the spot
Now you stuck between a hard place and a rock
You call me a player but I have lied to you not
Cause I'm not a player, I just crush a lot
I'm in jail again, on my Johnny Cash
Some dude was talking shit, I had to whoop his ass
Called you in the morning and you just fucking laughed
You think this cute, you love my crazy ass
And I wonder if you'll ever leave my side
Cause the more that I ignore you, the more you wanna ride
I tell you that I'm bad but you never ask why
Cause you just want the good from a really bad guy
You wanna rock, let's rock and roll, just know
I'm only good at one thing and that's not control
But I am consistent, that's something to be proud of
Cause I ain't shit with you and I ain't shit without you
To all the bad girls, trying to go good
No such thing as a good girl gone bad
Just a bunch of bad girls tryna go good
Holler at me, mane
Hello, my name is Yelawolf
I'm a sex addict, it's a disease
There's medication for it and everything
I take pills
8.Made In The U.S.A.
Yeah, land of the free, home of the hard
Home of the tough, survivors
We some gun toting, church going, 18-wheel rolling
Bag slanging, flag waving, at the dinner table praying
Old school yard fighting, beer drinking, hell raising
Hard working, blue collar, earn it all due paying
Illegal weed smoking, dope cooking, dirt dealers
On the corner Bible preachers, Hollywood dream seekers
Muddy water swimming in rock an' roll all the time
Straight from the assembly line and that's how it's made
That's how it's made in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
A manufactured dream, a fraction of a thing
We got it made, in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
Isn't it great？ How we got it made
We some 9 to 5 back breaking, food Stamp line waiting
Convict time giving, underage time taking
Neighborhood gang banging, subway graffiti painting
Big cars, street stars, young dirty money making
Old money home taking, clothes in the yard throwing
Late on the rent paying, foul mouth word saying
One-way street paving
Road to success but you gotta do some concrete laying
That's how it's made
That's how it's made in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
A manufactured dream, a fraction of a thing
We got it made, in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
Isn't it great？ How we got it made
She's been eating lies we fed her
Shoulda been full but nothing's helping
Knew she wanted something better
Still she took the second helping
Now she's well known, broke and cold
Fendi jackets, full of holes, no one knows
Single mother child raising from the stripper poll swinging
Daughter in the red light, coals for the cold season
She don't speak, no reason, why？ 'Cause no one will ever know
That's what？ That's how it's made
That's how it's made, in the U.S.A. the U.S.A.
It's every mother's dream to see her daughter on her knees
Well we got it made, in the U.S.A., the U.S.A.
Isn't it great？ How we got it made
That's how it's made in the U.S.A.
9.Radioactive (Intro)
The United States Army has issued a warning
Three nuclear bombs have been launched from North Koreaand will
hit
Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York City, New York
This will expire at 5 o'clock A.M. Eastern Standard Time
Please get to an underground shelter or a fallout shelter at
this time
Once again, three nuclear bombs have been launched by North
Korea
And will hit Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York
city, new york
This will expire at 5 oclock am eastern standard time
I am...
I am the american eagle, eyes of a sparrow
Right hand branch, left hand arrow
Chasing a dollar, and an Impala
White trash heart throb, mellow yellow
Drinking hard liquor, brauds get on my level
I'm hotter than the bottom side of a whistlin' kettle
They threw a mountain at me, I got hit with a pebble
Sent me to hell, and I shit on the Devil
Try to bury my Chevy box but I won't buckle
And that's a deep hole bitch, bring your own shovel
Long gone, I'm grown up, and I'm gone cut you
But a grown lady, but if you want a blade then holmes fuck you
Fuck you till you can't take a shit
Yeah I'm a fucking big body tsunami, better anchor the ship
Aim for the ankles and wrist, I came for the dangerous shit
I claimed to be named for the hits, the game is a chain that I
grip
Slang for the pain of a trip that took the ？ and a whip
I became what I came to get the chains for the chain I give
A quarter for your thought, appreciate the contribution
Slumerican, I'd appreciate the Constitution
Alleviate the crew when, I leave a page in ruins
To eat alone, I guess I own each and every room in
The house I built with hopes, no ifs
So I stand with a giant like a king, no stilts
If I'm Generation X, I'm selling Ex, no pills
Dopeman chopping up lines you don't sniff
Read'em, I'm bringing back booklets and hookless, lyrics
So you can be certain just in case you didn't hear it
But what he says, come again？ What is that？
Come to Earth, touchdown, I might be your one and back
Because you have been running back, stay cool enough to wear
Toboggans as a Summer hat
Steady on the throne I rap, hope there's no one under that
Rock that I roll, mosh pit flow
Girls on your shoulders get topless at the show
Fuck your mop and glow, can't mop a dirt road
It only makes mud, raised around a deer
I know how to chase bucks
Babysitter, 16, taught me how to make fuck
At 7, I've been raising hell
So I can make it to Heaven
Pick up a 2-Liter but I only need the plastic
I know how to make bombs with the ？ acid
Butterfly Effect over hurricane's magic
Tornado pathin', rearview mirror of my '87 Classic
I'm talking about Gadsden
Look mama no hands, I'm radioactive
10.Animal
They should've never ever let you out
Going down, 'em all with the mouth from the south
What you gonna say, what you gonna do？
As you know they're coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
(Big Boy)
You know they're taking shots at you
'Cause you're an animal, oh
Here we go
Alabama's own buddy promenade
And I'm in the zone now everybody
Bringing 'em home, baby, tour da stage
Slick Rick E. Bobby in a Nascar
Running up on motherfuckers like I'm in a bar
Sentimental motherfuckers in a cookie jar
Be the late night snack, I'm Santa Clause
Down to Panama beach, drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
Let me hold 'em up for ya, baby, while you walk
Wanna get the party bumping, let me do my thing
Get the marijuana, plant need watering
Throw it in a bong, let it start bubbling
Know what I mean, Butterbean bada-bada-bing
Trashy white, pass the mic, yeah, I'm doing 'em dirty
Fists start pumping when I'm in the lights like I'm rapping in
Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write in
cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I'm elegantly perfect
Rack it in, pack 'em in to the back again
Rap it up, rap it in, sicker than a pack of 10 mini thins
You'll get when I win but I won't lose
In fact I'm gonna win, win again with another hand
Here's another hand, here's another hand
Dealer, can I get another hand？
Here's a hand, king, king, king, king, king
Bitch, Yelavision and the dirty south
And you know we getting green, bitch, eh
They should've never ever let you out
Going down, 'em all with the mouth from the south
What you gonna say, what you gonna do？
As you know they're coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
(Big Boy)
You know they're taking shots at you
'Cause you're an animal, oh
Candy coated whip running over candy coated rappers
(Vroom)
Panties on my drip
Do a back flip for me, baby
Be an acrobatic actor
(Action)
Do a cartwheel on the bar,will you？
Do a cartwheel while I chill on a barstool
When I throw a dart at a wet seal, well
I can see ya well, I'ma throw a fucking harpoon
Go Looney Tunes and lose ya for the lose
To prove you're in a room, you're shrooming to the moon
But in the mornin' you ain't wakin' like a broom
Swept ya off ya feet 'cause Yelawolf ain't a groom
I ain't popping the cherry, I'm popping berry
Moonshine, hop in the bedroom, let's move
If ya wanna compare me, compare me to a legend
Don't compare me to a young fool
Go get a gun, go get a gun, now get a cinna' bun
Now sit upon your fucking roof
I live a ton, I get it done, fuck anyone
You fuck anybody, you ain't fucking with the crew
Yeah, throw another bucket in the pool
Dry it out, now everybody skate
'Cause I'm a lord of a Doggytown
(Woof)
A.L.A.B.A.M.A, my state
My state of my mind, 1985, wide body
Looking for the little small tail gate party
Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie
Get shitty like a porta-potty so
Jump on the paddy wagon
Like a Pakistani and packing a mack 11
With a pack of maniacs, 11：30 back at it again
I'm ready for the battle when and where
Motherfucker, they let another cracker in, yeah
They should've never ever let you out
Going down, 'em all with the mouth from the south
What you gonna say, what you gonna do？
As you know they're coming, coming after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
(Big Boy)
You know they're taking shots at you
'Cause you're an animal, oh
11.Hardest Love Song In The World
I usually don't do this, but fuck it
You know what？
You're like the hardest thing I've ever seen
And I'm from the gutter so believe me
I've seen some hard things
You come from where the black flower grows
I wanted to cut you down and take you home
Call me Axl Rose
I could see you in a 1976 Camero
Me and you, sippin' whiskey getting drunker than Jack Sparrow
It's Black Sabbath, how you get mellow
Well put your feet on Harley Davidson pedals
And rock and roll girl
Like a diamond cuts through a pearl
This the hardest love song in the world (hardest love song, in
the world)
You could get it in with your girl
Yeah, the hardest love song in the world (hardest love song, in
the world)
You don't got to drive a Fleetwood Cadillac
You just got to know some of words to Fleetwood Mac
Horror movies turn you on, pull the sheets back
Fuck it, I roleplay, do it to you in a Jason mask
You switch walkers like a switch blade
You walk into the room and it's like these other bitches get hit
with a grenade
With that said, let me pull them spandex pants off you with my
teeth like Ozzy did a bat head
I like rock and roll, let's go
You ain't concerned with new clothes or salaries
You would rather run across the country like Mickey and Mallory
Be the natural born killer that you are
We'll hang out the window with a pistol and I drive the car
We'll rob a dollar general for nothing but snack food
Shooting anything that moves, dogs and cats too
Re-enact the hardest movie scenes, bloody shirts and holy jeans
We the hardest you and me, rock and roll baby
Click bang
Click bang like magic
Yeah, the hardest love song in the world
12.Write Your Name
I'll write your name
Across the sky
And take away the stars
Cos you light up the night
You as high as the moon
When you're here with me
That's why im gonna write your name
For the world to see
Another old name on the porch with the bottle
Wind blows and the old rocking chair wobbles
Hes just the waving, everybody's welcome
All he can say about the youth is lord help 'em
Got a couple grand babies, but they never call though
？left？ in the south and they moved to Chicago
Wifes in heaven and, hes saying ever since
Vietnam lifes been hard as a veteran
Simple life, ？shifting？ six pack, yeah ice cold
Across the georgia line for a ticket for the lotto
Probably never see his name in the headlines
But if I had a plane, I'd put it in the sky
Alabama
She's in love, yeah, Friends call her crazy
Met him at a party, they started dating
Daddy's little angel, Momma's little lady
Only 16 now Brenda's got a baby
She can't afford to, drop out of high school
Jimmy's not a man and he can't provide you
He doesn't want to, but you keep it anyhow
Nine months down the road, what you gonna do now
Go to the food stamp, ？
You can find a job, it'll help you get by
And you made it when you didn't know how
Now that's a real star put her name in the clouds
Alabama
You may never be on television or be the one
Your boss at work loves giving you employee of the month
May never be the first dream on a champion team
You may be the star the world just hasn't seen
But that don't make you any less of a star to God
Being rich is only realising it's all a facade
You're richer than you think in that old small town
Cos people like you make the world go round
Alabama
13.Everything I Love The Most
Why is everything I love the most so wrong for me？
And everything I'm holding close is so far away from me
They don't want me to lie but they don't wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me？
Problematic, I'm so problematic
That I'm probably a problem addict
Popping' aspirin 'cause my head is hurting
Hotel bedroom missing curtains
Sheets everywhere like a storm has passed
In fact it looks like I got into a wrestling match
Empty bottle of Jack, I can tell I did that
I can smell it in fact, it's like death and ass
Think for a minute then roll over and look
To my left is an open book, the Bible
To my right is a guilty conscious
Her name is Brook, my rival
At least I think her name is Brook
She's asleep and I'm giving' her the lamest look
Move her hair back so I can see her face
'Cause it was dark when I met her at the game
It took about five minutes to get her inside the whip
Another five minutes to get up inside the lips
Never tried, really man, I really tried to slip out
But it was just thighs and hips
Okay, I was high and shit
On alcohol and a Yelawolf ego-trip
Leave her lying in bed 'cause I don't need no kiss
And it's the walk of shame again
Why is everything I love the most so wrong for me？
And everything I'm holding close is so far away from me
They don't want me to lie but they don't wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me？
Smoking out, throwing up, keep a fifth off in my cup
Trying not to be a simp but every time I take a sip
I think I'm gonna fall in lust
I'm back and forth like I'm packing a truck
In a house that never runs out of boxes
Knowing that if I put on my tennis shoes
And a fresh fit, I'll end up sockless
By the end of the night, flip flopping
I'll B-Boy if you let me Hip Hop in
Alligator skin cowgirl boots
Only means let's get it crocking
That mini skirt makes any man a flirt
Manicures animal furs and a purse
What could a little bit a smoke and Henny hurt？
You make any jerk make a penny work
Sinister with sin in her
She can leave a devil sitting in the church
On another level not in the earth
Jessica Alba had twins at birth
Tripping' sure, piles of E
Ménage-a-trois, piles of three
Waking up again not proud of me
Yeah, I'm a lousy fiend
Why is everything I love the most so wrong for me？
And everything I'm holding close is so far away from me
They don't want me to lie but they don't wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me？
Why is everything I love the most so wrong for me？
And everything I'm holding close is so far away from me
They don't want me to lie but they don't wanna hear the truth
It never made sense to me
Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me？
14.Slumerican Shitizen
Everybody's been asking me lately where I'm from
They wanna know what I've been through and what dirt I've done
But man if I told you what I've seen and been through then you
probably
would know
That your scared of the truth so it's dead and secret line and
chalk
See I've been lost ever since I could walk
Looking for my daddy and anyone of mamma's boyfriends that would
talk
Well listen to me when I spoke standing there looking at me like
a choke
Leaving me behind leaving me to cry when you treated my momma
like a ho
But I learned quick that my daddy wasn't ever gonna come around
And I didn't give a shit cause me and my momma we held it down
But when you come from the trench that's how you learn to walk
around
So I don't give a fuck if you ever lay eyes on top of my new
shoes homey
I just wanted you to know I didn't need a dollar from you I got
'em myself
So if you find yourself in the middle of the floor with the
bottle drinking
yourself lonely
Then you can keep company with the picture of me in the magazine
on the
shelf turn the page
15.Last Song
(Verse 1)
Everybody's asking me lately where I'm from
They wanna know what I've been through and what dirt I've done
But man if I told you what I've seen and been through then you
probably run off
That your scared of the truth so its dead and secret line and
chalk
See I've been lost ever since I could walk
Looking for my daddy and anyone of mamma's boyfriends who would
talk
Or listen to me when I spoke instead of looking at me like a
joke
Leaving me behind leaving me to cry when you treated my momma
like a ho
But I learned quick that my daddy wasn't ever gonna come around
And I didn't give a shit cause me and my momma we held it down
No new kicks first day of school I'm goodwill bound
But when you come from the trench that's how you learn to walk
around
So I don't give a fuck if you ever lay eyes on top of my new
shoes homey
I just wanted you to know I didn't need a dollar from you I got
'em myself
So if you find yourself in the middle of the floor with the
bottle drinking yourself lonely
Then you can keep company with the picture of me in the magazine
on the shelf turn the page
(Hook)
Daddy can you see me？ I'm putting on a show
In the magazines hear me on the radio
So what do you think huh？
(I hope that your proud now
To watch it all go down)
I'm sorry daddy you didn't get to watch me grow
Now I'm always on the road no time to say hello
Bye (and I hope that your proud now
To watch it all go down)
(Verse 2)
Yeah mamma you look great...perfect
Be safe on your first date...for certain
If he brings you home too late... I'll hurt him
Don't worry bout me I'm safe I'll close the curtains
And I feel like I'm raising you but what do I know baby blue
All I know is that I was made in you so I put all my faith in
you
Yeah I was only ten but I felt like a man and I had to let you
go
All I wanted was for us to be rich tear drops in my cereal bowl
So I turned into an asshole young and dumb smoking weed
Vandalizing,robbing houses, stealing cars, that was me
But everything I did I had to see
Feel the pain, had to grieve
To become who I am and I'm proud of the man I came to be
What I've learned cannot be taught
What I've earned cannot be bought
Justified deserve it all
So don't be concerned it's not your fault
I never counted sheep I count my blessings
So if you see him now momma don't give him the cold shoulder
just give him my message just tell him
Hook
16.Radio
I can't seem to get you off my mind
Turn on the station, but I'm still facing ？
Everbody seem to lost their mind
It's hard to handle, so I, change the channel on the
Radio.... Cause internet killed the radio star
Radio.... And YouTube, killed the video star
Hit the radio
We can make a, make a video
Now I'm a star
Hit the radio
We can make a, make a video
Now I'm a star
Picture me rollin' Pac, it's funny how time has changed
Everybody's a critic now, it's all a debate on the internet wave
It used to be you and Biggie, Chili Pepper's Give It Away
Now we got ten year-olds sitting back in a chair like 'those
were the days'
And though it seems so amazing to me that the labels lost the
touch
And I'm in the AM, flipping through the A.M. like I lost my
crutch, limpin'
Cause I can't walk straight if I can't turn it up, sippin'
I need some Gin and Juice, Snoop Dogg, I brought my cup
What's up, ah ha, okay, shut up
Cause I think we had enough of radios and lunch with the love
bugs
Well let me give you a big hug
Bag of mushrooms, here, take some drugs
And play some group home or something
And give your mom's old ？ or something
You'll never hear Black Star cause the program director is
mostly deaf
And you'll never hear triple six cause we live in the midst of
the Bible Belt
But that's when the light is filled, so let it shine
Let em' rhyme, let em' hustle, let em grind
Let em' roam with the truth sometimes
Sometimes, the truth is dark but the darkness sparks the truest
art
And you didn't even know you a window till a tornado blew it
apart
If Eric Clapton could sing about cocaine, then there's no harm
Then I can write about drugs, I can rap about girls
I can sing about fleeing cars
Not that my money is large
Let's talk about broke is a joke
Let's talk about gettin' evicted, everything owned thrown out on
the road
And maybe that there goes gold
Shit maybe it's bad I'm sold
But they don't want to see the green leaves from pirates
Oh no, hold up
Pick up the change, pick up the change
Ride in a Chevy cause I'm sick of the Range
Catfish Billy come pick up the name
Come inside, if your sick of the rain
Turn the radio off and don't complain
It's all a replay, it's all the same
Got one drag, on a runaway train
On a one way street better pick your lane
Yeah, but you could let me pick your brain
And we could be that Rolling Stone
Mix'em up with Janis Joplin
Let 'em harmonize like Bone
Or we could just leave it alone
Let it take on a life of it's own
Or we could be that World Class Wreckin' Cru
Tell 'em to turn the lights back on
C'mon
17.Whip It
We hit the club, tore it up
Mally Mall's got model sluts
Fearin' and Loathin' in Las Vegas, party, party, bottles up!
I'm feeling like a king, someone tell me where my robe is？
This nitrous oxide got me feeling like Moses
Laughin' it up, laughin' loud
Twist it up until you tappin' out
But Yelawolf ain't throwing in the towel
Take a pull buddy, how you sound？
My voice feeling like I just swallowed a frog
I think I'm Mr. T, I think I'm Boss Hog
(Get, get, get) getttie up, promenade
Rip it up, hit the stage
Outta my mind yeah, wanna go craze
Feeling like I wanna float around for days
She's all about it, she's getting rowdy
She like to party! So whip it shawty!
You gotta charge, I gotta charge!
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
You gotta charge, I gotta charge
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Baby you and maybe you
Need to come back to the naked room
Whip it, whip, get with it
I'll open you up like a Baby Ruth
She's getting ripped, she's getting striped
Swimming in a funk
I watch her skinny dip
You wanna feel ill, wanna get real
Wanna pop a pill feel out of control
Wanna know what I'm into though
That N2O
And cloud 9 is somewhere down below
Get on my level, look at the light show
You lay back in the way back of the Maybach or lay back on the
Lazy Boy
You can pay me back with a BJ in the 'Lac here enjoy!
She's all about it, she's getting rowdy
She like to party! So whip it shawty!
You gotta charge, I gotta charge!
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
You gotta charge, I gotta charge
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Crazy youth, yeah, that trashy life
I'm getting high, I'm in my after life
Rock star no holds barred
Got new hoes sitting in old cars
And I'm feeling like the world is mine
Arms wide open
One country at a time, middle fingers up
F-ck critics, nitrous in a bottle
Bitch whip it!
You gotta charge, I gotta charge!
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
You gotta charge, I gotta charge
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
18.I See You
Verse 1
Once upon a time not long ago my grandmother told me I'd change
I felt like she was coming down on me so I told her no I'd be
the same
Not knowing she was only trying to help motivate me to excel and
climb
I was thinking she was the one ？ while I was stuck in a cage
with my mom
Man if I would've known what I know now
I would've brought my head down under the cloud
Told her thank you and that I loved her but I was too cool and
too damn proud
What a fool I was in fact I've changed so much now looking back
I wish somebody I thought was cool was as cool as she was when
she told me that
Hook
I see you the real you
Trying to cover up whats inside of you
But everything you do was make believe
Where your heart but your too cool
I see you
I see you
I see you
Verse 2
Baby girl don't know much about what it would take to become a
star
Hollywood is so far-fetched ？？？
Work everyday but you barely eat ？？？
Your girlfriend says it's a city dream but how can you dream
when you never sleep
You looking the mirror and you picturing a light show
A glimpse in the lens of a camera behind the scenes of life is a
type role
Yeah you walk a thin line, but a thin line is all you need
A thin line and an indy movie, just to break for somebody to see
the
Toppling side the bottom of the diary you write ？？
It's just another day for a normal grub but for you it's another
day that you try
Aside from the fact that you ride on the back of a bus sometimes
cause your car won't work
But maybe you should take that bus to L.A. and put your dreams
first because
Hook
Verse 3
Black and white, everything is black and white broke down simple
and plain
Most of us lost with the curious brain
Curiosity is looked at as strange
Stuck in that lane but you can't complain
While you look at another passing train
Wondering how, where is it going
Wishing you were inside, packed and rolling
To another place but your time is chosen
To live low key cause your dream is stolen
They don't understand, they believe in loathing
Lounge and loafing, waiting hoping
Homie if the grass is greener;look, the gate is open
You waiting for God to release the ocean
Sitting on the beach, 2 feet from floating
Hook
19.In This World
Hook
It's getting hard to be me
Every where I go, somebody's looking at Me
And If I ever need something, I'ma get it for myself
Cause I'm the Only person thinking 'bout me
It's getting hard to be me
Every where I Go, somebody's looking at me
And if you gon' compare me at all best Compare me to myself
Cause I'm the only person fucking with me!
Verse 1
In this world of sticks, hicks and chicks with aqua net spray
Sh sh shh Hhhh shut up muthafucker don't disrespect these
country ways Yeah!
Alabama, if yeen know, I ain't hiding a damn thing, I just like
to lean Low
Yeah, I'm the theme show Stereotypical beanpole
Slim, tall, tatted Let me add that I gotta green glow
From all the Mountain Dew that I Consume from a mason jar, in a
racing, chase it with a tall ice brew
Let me not leave you confused, what I represent culturally
Trash bag Full of Freon, I'm huffin' puffin' on potpourri
That gummo's squeaky Swingin' gate in front of that trap house
Trailer park is sewed up and Billy done pulled that ac out
Hook
Verse 2
Wonder what I got inside this Chevrolet Trunk I'm hiding
About ten Bodies on a fishing line with baby clothes on
consignment
Came to the Game so broke that I still find one-dollar bills and
get a thrill
That's the Kind of shit that leaves my pickle dill'd
Siding on the single wide got Icicle steel, too cold
Gotta kerosene heater to heat up the grill, meatloaf？
Daddy's in jail again for shuffling pills, we know
Man I've only Come to give you a peep show, (in this world )
I run across the South Like a wild stream, smiling
I've seen more colorful mushrooms than a Child's dream On an
Island
Desolate left behind
Cause my state, is a State of crime
God said, 1979, go change the minds ( in this world )
Hook
Verse 3
Yelawolf. Hi, my name is
President O 'Bama I'm so shameless
I'm taking It all so what am I saying is
I'm the voice of every small town (in this World )
Like a light and a pipe with a mic and take flight in this life
What A sight, put a vice grip lock on my right to fight despite
The way you may feel about sights and sounds that I might put
down About prices found on a sack of that white
Heaven is a place in a 7／11
I can never get away from hell
Found hell in the bible-belt and found Love in a 6-pack up on
the shelf
Went to the seashore to see more but Leroy didn't seem sure to
me
So I took Leroy to Alabama, he bought The hat and bought the Tee
Converted him Y'all
I gave him convertible Thoughts
When he saw that big buck hangin' on the wall (Yeah)
I'm off By a millimeter
I'm on by a Million light years and 2 liters
A pint of Moonshine I ride a 2 seater Take a ride In this
world..
Hook
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