Chill, chill, chill, let 'em rhyme, man

You know what it do man, just sit back, relax

Yelawolf, what up?

Raekwon in the building

I'm Alabama's own, buddy

Flintstone Caprice, 1987 Cuddy

Backyard moonshine steel, methadone laboratory real

Can I keep it crystal clear?

Chipped tooth type of people

Illiterate pigs who wanna see you killed type of evil

Confederate flags, I see 'em

On a truck with the windows down

Why is he playing Beanie Siegel?

'Cause his daddy was a dope man

Lynyrd Skynyrd didn't talk about moving keys of coke, man

Ain't no such thing as a free bird

Billy's got that street work

And he's packing a nasty heater

Trailer home trap spot

Chevys on the cinder blocks

Still doing donuts in the gravel parking lot

Gold ropes, cousin's in a group home

And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song, bitch

I wish a motherfucker would

Tell me that I ain't hip-hop

Bitch, you ain't hip-hop

I wish a motherfucker would

Tell me that my shit gonna flop

Bitch, your shit gonna flop

I wish a motherfucker would

Tell me that I ain't hip-hop

Bitch, you ain't hip-hop

I wish a motherfucker would

Hell, naw, I wish a motherfucker would

Now let me tell you somethin', youngsters

I'm never gonna sell you something

Unless it's that snow white

We might mail you something

Me, I'm straight raw hood with it

Be at your door quick

Four on your jaw, I gotta new lick

My clique a murderer niggas who love hip-hop

You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas, your head gon' pop

I'm just sincere, fresh cut

All up in the leer, listen

Yo, leave 'em alone, he brought me along

Rap, he got it, I'm the crew pilot

Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles: we 'bout it, 'bout it

Yo Wolf, I think they got you twisted flow

I got the biscuit on me, spit in his face

I'm 'bout to piss on homie

Who dem niggas?

Just some Staten Island niggas

You could call us Shaolin

Where niggas get drunk

And hold me down my nigga

Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal

Scramble, this is the true ramble

Aye yo, give 'em yo' handle though

I wish a motherfucker would

Tell me that I ain't hip-hop

Bitch, you ain't hip-hop

I wish a motherfucker would

Tell me that my shit gonna flop

Bitch, your shit gonna flop

I wish a motherfucker would

Tell me that I ain't hip-hop

Bitch, you ain't hip-hop

I wish a motherfucker would

Hell, naw, I wish a motherfucker would

I appreciate it Rae

Sling shot me in quick

Like the Talladega Motor Speedway

King shit, blue ribbon rap

Baking sodas on the kitchen rack

Chef, what you need? These fiends gotta itchy back

Get busy crack

I'll be in the cut, just call me "Mr. Is-He-Back? "

And you don't gotta call my black, I got direction

I'm a road map, I'm an almanac

I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and brag

Fuck all of that, Wu-Tang's in 'Bama, bitch

Get a grip, handle it, Yela's in the revival tent

Vandalist, Evangelist, daddy's got the cannabis

Make a wish, the candles lit, white boys follow this

Mama's thirty-aught-six, long-range hollow tips

Trashed off the glue you build an airplane model with

In the gutter like an empty PBR bottle is

I wish a motherfucker would

Tell me that I ain't hip-hop

Bitch, you ain't hip-hop

I wish a motherfucker would

Tell me that my shit gonna flop

Bitch, your shit gonna flop

I wish a motherfucker would

Tell me that I ain't hip-hop

Bitch, you ain't hip-hop

I wish a motherfucker would

Hell, naw, I wish a motherfucker would

I wish a motherfucker would

Better watch yo' mouth

Alabama in the building

It go that far

Shout out from here all the way to Asia, ya idiot

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man?

For real

Keep talkin' man

keep actin' like he don't know what he doin', man

Yeah, it's all real

Yelawolf, shalom

Raekwon, it's goin' down

Alabama to Shao-landa

I wish a motherfucker would