Yelawolf

Catfish Billy Goat

Really though... (Haha)

Yeah!

I must... I must be a fucking goat

The way this chain is hanging off my throat

Warming up my vo-cals

Need somewhere to hang my coat y'all

Ray-Bans on my face, bitch I ain't looking at you, ho

But my guess is she would exit this shit with me

no, I know, yes I know

But fuck that shit! So pardon my French and English too

But fuck that also

cos I wanna hollow out my cuss words out on you

Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Pootie Tang

Taking you over to the studio and do my thang

I am dope, jump on this track like Kangaroo Jack

Aboriginal boomerang, I am dope

Left, right, left, right, soldier step right up

I'm airtight, fuck your stair flight

I'm prepared like

I'm not scared like fuck your hairline up!

Barber school, see I got haters by the carpool

They say I changed, that's because I got a jar full

You primates, monkey ass, white boys lyin' fake

Oh you a hip hop head? Bitch, your first record was Kanye

You just on a blind date

You get dumped with the rest of 'em

When this current trend is over with

I'll still be on my way

Yeah, that laughable trend's like detachable friends

Them fuckers show up to party

But when that party does end, they Gone with the Wind

So I hope that song that you spin

makes you enough bread to retire

Better watch what you spent

Anyway, that shit is dead like any day

All I'm saying is regenerate and penny save

If you swag surfing then certainly you'll ride any wave

And you're already dead, homie, so pick any grave

I pledge allegiance to the Slumerican flag

Ten stars for every letter

Lighting bolts to lead the path

For the slums I represent

From the laundromats of cash, from growing dope illegally

Break the law and get the bag

Yeah, and take the saw and cut the slabs

You build your house with straw and mud

That when it rains your roof will sag

Dag, take the crawl before you run

that pace right there will win the race

So run the laps and not the drag

But what do I know, Fido?

If you're a dog, I'm a dog

We're just two frogs on a log singing

in the moonlight till the DJ hits pause

Or my body pit falls

From the whisky sip, then I'm empty and tall

Till the ink pen don't draw

Put until then, friend, I'm gonna need another pen, dawg

Cos I’m a highly orchestrated life aboard the Earth

I’m guided by the light, the light is inside the word

The brightest candle with the thickest wick

Melanin is irrelevant‬

I hear the kick, hat, snare, that there hits my soul, bro

That's why I go hard on beats

and also get down with dough bros

What the fuck, I'm too hard for lumberyards

I'm too sick for cancer sticks

Built that bridge to come across

A ghett-o philanthropist

Hustle hand over fist

A pro-phylactic, no chauvinist

Oh Jay no, fuck I'm smooth as shit (polished!)

And don't shoulder nits

Never made it to college

But I made it to Shady!

Gave myself no other options

"Yela, you're dreaming, ya crazy! "

I saw the gap in the options

The South is an orphan and lazy

Nobody wanted to father it

So I made it my baby!

Your rockabye the Rock and try and mash it all up

And who the fuck am I!

Didn't reinvent the wheel

I just threw spokes up under that Monster truck and ridee

Sorry about the oil stains that I left on the road

If you slip and fall on the shit I talk

then I guess you're the run of the joke... (run of the joke)

Don't get lost in the timing

If the water's still then let it be... still

In this world when the lightning

What you build ain't always exciting

It maybe years until they see and feel

In this world when the lightning

You've got to earn your invite

Trunk Muzik II