1.Rhyme Room (Episode 2)
Yo, I had this dude come up to me on the street, talkin bou＊
'Can I get down？ How can I get down？ Put me down, put me on, put
me on'
Man, I felt like tellin' that mother fucker,
'You can never get down, you'll NEVER be down, this is some shit
you'll NEVER understand'
I'm not the one
That you'll be shootin for
I'm not the one
Who's coming back for more
You and I
Been through this too many times
You and I
See never clear, come to mind
Going round and round
Cause you can't get on your feet
Going round and round
Still takin up all the heat
Going round and round
Never lookin down
Cigarette lit in a golden grill
Envelope blocked in a golden seal
Wait a minute buddy let me hold a beer
Then get behind a rollin' wheel
Put em in the 5 cause they sold me hell
Now they can't get me back cause they broke a deal
Told me green and sold me teal
And I'm outta place cause I'm outer space with mind
Yeah I'm outta my crazy mind
Clean up the woods and make 'em taste the pine-
Saw, snap like dry pine-straw
Hold my nuts on your bitch and make her play combed fine ball
Magnificient, dirty
Smack critics with a backpack of physics
Hip hop knee deep in a swamp
By make leaped？ frogs 'ribbit'
They talk alot but they don't 'rip-it'
Oh, that's that new shit, I get it
Well let me talk about shit I don't do
Let me reverse the vision
I got 10 mil-lion in the bank and I'm always in V-I-P
I got a bottle of - 'Dom'
A bottle of 'Don'
And a bottle of 'Henn-esy'
Fuckin' liars got the audacity to say they want me pound for
pound, but first you need a pound
Bitch, you keep on going...
Hold on to my bumper, and bare-foot skid across the road
Till you can't walk without gullet？ pillows up under your toes
A country trap pass to you is like a freak show
But, I've seen scales up close like an iguana through a peephole
Fuck with it ya midget
U comin up very short
But, fuckin with cha head is just a vocabulary sport, see
My sword swings in the form of the lord's beat
I record this war scene to the ba？ the dirt like a boar's feet,
I
Chop and I drop on the beat with a 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
If you wanna run, motherfuckin run
If you wanna come then you better not hesistant, cause
'I'm not the one' - N'ah
See me in a magazine
You haters dream, creams peg a magazine and
That you'll be shootin for
Cause I'm that crutch you suckas lean on
Ya think I'm goin to budge
Ya fucked, just dream on, yah
2.Box Chevy 4
Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my (BOX CHEVY)
Tell dem otha wack muthafucks to get da (PINE BOX READY)
Catfish Billy is ？？
Don't get slapped wit da (MEDLEY)
Still sippin on Jack D to my neck and my head start feelin
(HEAVY)
Doin 125 down I-29 really think i need to start slowin down
But I can't cuz i gotta pretty blonde thing stittin to my right
dats blowin me now
Ohhh yea she (HEADIN ME) I think her name might be (BECKY)
I waz bout to drop her off but I had to switch lanes to get da
brain she (NECKED ME)
Awww naw do you come in two's please choose a couple of friends
that could hoppy in the coupe
Now we goin (STEADY) but I'm not lookin for (LONGEVITY)
Pipes in the back, the lights of the night reflect sights trough
the dash I'm nice to ride pass
My rims are super clean, paint job dat glitters and gleams,
and I wanna see da back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX
CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off Jim Bean, sittin off to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX
CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Fuck a lameosine rather ride ride caprices
My speakers vibrate the concrete beneath us
Ridin 85 northbound shakin doors down
So I turn da speakers louder pissin off polices
Fuck 5-star chick, gotta porn-star bitch ridin shotgun wit me
gettin so wet
Now she goin down on me givin road head bussin on her fourhead,
then I take her back to the homestead PIECE
Back in the caprice took a sack of weed and crumpled it inside a
conyak blunt rack
Then its time to jump back on the highway 85 slumpin in the seat
like I'm hunckback and
My chevy look so dope oldskool vo's on it got it floatin like a
row boat,
gold flakes in the paint drippin on the road, drivin slow like a
show boat hoe
Don't act like you don't hear me comin I got the ？？ and its
comin out the clarions
12's in the trunk, flatscreens in the headrest wit somethin bout
Marion carry on
I be turnin heads everytime when you see in the chevy man she
carstruck
and I'm far from hauled up supp witt-her trippin like a bitch
get in the car slut you know you wanna ride.
My rims are super clean, paint job dat glitters and gleams,
and I wanna see da back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX
CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off Jim Bean, sittin off to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX
CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
In the the background witta six-pack and ridin lookin for a ？？
Peanut butter seats have seat girl my panut buteer needs (JELLY)
I'll chase you like (JELLY)
if you ain't afraid to get (MESSY)
If you know da game then I'll let you call the shots like a
referee
Now I'm drinkin deuce deuce sweet and slow
feelin like a deuce deuce bigalow
played the da bitch like piccolo
go anywhere you wanna go pick a road
Interstae 59 20 75 285 85 southbound
twins pipes like POW POW, 100 spokes on the vo's like
wow..wow...wow
My rims are super clean, paint job dat glitters and gleams,
and I wanna see da back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX
CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
Tilted off Jim Bean, sittin off to the side I lean,
and I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX
CHEVY)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King,
well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY)
3.Gangster Of Love
Would the real slim shady please stand up
And tell these ma'fuckers why I got signed
Cause I'm on the verge of slapping one of these white boys
Out here tryna imitate my grind
And if you finna feel it when I say that
Fuck you, say something back
What I gotta lose, I'm already the underdog
Why wouldn't I give you the opportunity to rap
Fuck boy, I'm harder than ya momma's fuck toy
And she's still bitching
I'm sicker than a chicken sitting in shit
Sticking itself with a syringe in a Japanese kitchen, get some
I got the kinky bitch, get crumbs
Yeah here the Shady clique come
They say I'm a dick head
Well it fits why
Cause ma'fuckers pussy ass came up til she gets numb
Any of many styles that I pick from
Fuck it just give me kick drums
Cause Yelawolf ain't a rapper
I'm a cataclysmic culturally offensive don't give a shit bum
Ex-con
So put ya money on a 'Bama boy
20 West of Atlanta boy
You wanna ride in my lane prepare for the 18 wheeler
Winds？
All the girls I meet
Are falling down them stairs
Said gettin themselves together
They gettin themselves together
(That's why they call me)
Gangsta of Love
Yelawolf and I
On top don't wonder why
Cause I rock and roll
Stop drop and roll
That's why they call me
(Gangsta of love)
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
Cause I rock and roll
Stop drop and roll
That's why they call me
Hold up, my God
Let me pull the chevrolet out the garage
I killin on hennessy lately, KP
You might get a hicky from Nicki Minaj
Fuck em all with a sandpaper dick
I dare anybody to come match to this
You couldn't hold a flame to my name bitch
I wouldn't even let you hold a bic to my cancerous stick？
I'm treating rappers like loose change
The shoe string belts that I lost in the cracks of my couch
Like I didn't even know I had that until？
Oh you want some of the south shit？
Well let me show you what the south is
You into sucking dick
Well I'm into getting rich
We could make a good team
Put your money where your mouth is
I roll out in a t-top two seater
Looking like an american missle seeker
Got back pack packs in my dungerees
Yeah I'm a light a fuse under the disbeliever
Say you don't give a shit good
Cause I don't give two shits neither
You ready let it go, I'm already at your funeral
Walking with a rose like Wiz Khalifa
Yessir, I'm bonafied
I'm a go ahead and live cause I know I'm gonna die
And if you wanna live baby get up in the whip
Baby I don't know what I'm a give but I know I'm gonna try
Whatever it is girl you know I'm gonna vibe
But you know that's a fib yeah, you know that's a lie
What if I buy you drive through popeyes？
Do you want it grilled or do you want it fried？
I'm doing this like I knew I would
And you did too, so you knew you did
If I never got a co-sign I'll be at your throat
And it don't matter who I'm with
Reppin' that area code 256
White trash girls wink with blue eyelids
Because they know Yelawolf can't be fucked with
But it don't take an asshole to see that shit
4.The Last Song
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'd probably run off
You're scared of the truth, so it's dead in secret lined in
chalk
See I've been lost ever since I could walk
Looking for my daddy
In any one of mama's boyfriend who would talk
Or listened to me
When I spoke instead of looking at me like a joke
Or leaving me behind, leaving me to cry
When you treated my mama like a ho'
But I learned quick
That my daddy wasn't never gonna come around
And I didn't give a shit
'Cause me and my mama we held it down
No new kicks, first day of school I'm good will bound
But when you come from the trench
That's how you learned to walk around
So I don't give a fuck
If you ever lay eyes on top of my new shoes, homie
I just wanted you to know
That I didn't need a dollar from you, I got 'em myself
So if you find yourself in the middle of the floor
With a bottle, drinking yourself lonely
Then you can keep company with a picture of me
In a magazine on the shelf, turn the page
Daddy, can you see me？ I'm putting on a show
In the magazines, hear me on the radio
So what are you think？ Well, I hope that you're 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 you're proud now
To watch it all go down
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 10
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
'Cause what I've learned cannot be taught
What I've earned could not be bought
Justified, deserved 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 out, mamma
Don't give him the cold shoulder
Give him my message, just tell him
Daddy, can you see me？ I'm putting on a show
In the magazines, hear me on the radio
So what are you think？ Well, I hope that you're 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 you're proud now
To watch it all go down
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