Yeah, Yelawolf

Catfish Billy!

DJ Klever, Brian Jones, uh!

Two bricks, through the window

Two hit, two crippled

Two fucks, not too given

I'm goin’ to get 'em

Or goin' to prison, woah

Dangerous mind of a 22-year-old me, damn what a shame

But I didn’t know the pizza man

I'm just lookin' for the cheese

and the bread for the culinary gang

Culinary gang, fuck it and I let the mullet hang

I ain't got the budget to go cut it anyway

Wait, I forgot, I'm paid

Feels like yesterday when I hid in the shade

Now I live in a crib on the hill

but I still wake up like I never met Sway

Never opened up for Wu-Tang, like Charlemagne Tha God

got nobody left to hate, perfect

Dirty white boys like me from the

South got plenty shit to talk about

Like a front porch with a couch

What, you ain't never heard of Mountain Dew Mouth?

In West Virginia, they put that shit in baby bottles

Way I see it is, fuck it if you want a retard kid

it's made to swallow

So put a bigger hole in a rubber nipple

'cause his little brother is soon to follow

Be a toothless coal miner just like daddy was

and die young way back in the hollow

I’m on some other shit, I’m on a mothership

Keep up with me, no, hoe don't, psych, bitch get a grip

Been around this club

With bros and played all my hits

Jump from stages to mosh pits and swung my fists

Opened up a show for Wiz Khalifa

And his fans all yelled at me, damn

Soon as I get back to ’Bama

I'ma tell my mama y'all heckled me (Perfect)

Motherfuckers ain't poppin’ no trunks tonight, huh

No, good to go, well fuck me

I'm comin' back to San Diego

with Danny Trejo with no machete

Food for thought, words must be edible

I gotta tapeworm, never full, ha

Mixtape worm, never coiled

Tangled and stuck, loose and pulled

Like a Reader's Digestive system

Twisted with a list of mystic raps I unfoil

Like a brisket hot, chopped, or liquid boiled

I'm fresh to death, like Egyptian oil

Go down

God's child

Moses

Love

Way down in Egyptland

And through war, I

Can fill up a void

My soul is implored, I'm feelin' it Lord

Through the will of my pen

To the end of my force, I carry the sword

Responsible for my own actions

Y'all better act like you know

I ain't no saint, I'm a sinner

But my guardian angel is close

A part of me anchors a ghost

But I can't take back what I've done

You could say that I've hurt people's hope

I didn't do it for fun

All those people that doubted a bum

I found my joy in the sadness

Learnin' how not to care takes practice then becomes a habit

Yeah, becomes a habit

It's an art form to not givin' a fuck

Uh

Damn, back to what I do

Catfish Billy, baby hello how are you?

Devour nine rappers like a power

line fell into a swimmin' pool

I think I got the whole crew, woo

Let me know what y'all wanna do

I bought a 30 pack of Creek Water baby boo

Not a ninety-nine, not a ninety-nine point nine nine

Not mine, I got a 100 proof that loosie juice

Don't be choosey floozy, who you talkin' to?

Bitches actin' stupes, I'll just make

that call to Gangsta Boo (Perfect)

Yeah, then swerve the whip and curb the trick

And know this does not fit your perps description

Shall I shunder, no number, she was blundered

Me and Boo just robbed the bitch

Mafia, Slummafia

MWA motherfucker

Still Shady

Ghetto fuckin' Cowboy

Yeah, Trunk Muzik II