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[Intro]
Yelawolf
Catfish Billy
M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy, motherfucker
Brian Jones

[Verse]
Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody
Always been a body from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater
Never been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an imitator
Drop another hot potato son
Take ’em back to feed my park
With Baby D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny’s Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you ain’t dead but to me you are
Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I’m
New South in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna need a haz-mat
Leaving these fuckers chewed up
Like a muskrat in a backpack
I’ll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain’t got to act black
I’ll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spilling your guts
You better cork your bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, like jerking off to my tunes
You willing to bet, I’ll make a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with your name just like a snot nose
You’ll be running, trying to escape what’s coming
But the exits blocked, you’re fucked, oh to be a woman
There’s only one Michael Wayne, there’s only one Klever
As for the other white boy from Gadsden (pst), whatever
You’re welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it
Fuck around and I’ll surround you like circumferences
You build a house of hate around what I have brung to this
Game, I’ll make that place your home
Like the Sons of Mumford did
Lame, I’m all the way up, woke, turnt
You think you flame, you all the way suck, choke, burnt
Bitch I’m on fire like holiday nuts, holding firm
You want the go, I’m all the way buck, you’ll learn
Hop in the backseat bitch, Hip-Hop is snoozing
You could use an Uber, like a student pupil
I’m a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I’ma bruise your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, against the wall stupid
Who’s the man? Who’s the tutor?
Letters flying till the ghetto crying
The police are saying now, “Who’s the shooter?”
Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a black rifle
Ten toes down up like a light pole
Middle finger up like a Black Rhino’s horn
I was born for the storm, I’m at home in a shit cyclone
Never let bygones be bygones
Rather I’d say, “See ya later, adios”, bitch
Rapping obese is just bygone
Never thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no wonder they can’t see me
Is this the guy that said he was the hottest white boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair, what the fuck
Hold up, G… easy
I can’t let this Tom Cruise lookin’ motherfucker just paddle by
Don’t know if I’m watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may have ignored you
But if you want the smoke, bring the foil
I’ll boil you till the kettle’s dry
Have a nice day suave
I’m a different breed, I’m a wolf, OK?
Got so many styles I could be a wardrobe boy
So little boy flows some O.J poured in the glass
With your buttermilk pancakes
Mama’s little helper, daddy’s little bae
Put the bae bae kids in my Chevrolet
Brought the pepper spray and a banana for AKs
Bitch holler, “Mayday, mayday”
Then take it to the bank, it’s another payday
Oh you a baller, well take the ball and
Let me here kick that shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit they say, I’m permanently amazed
And your whiskey sucks, fuckin’ one sip
I wanted to go straight back to AA
Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he don’t even rap
Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just because
Let’s see if he answers back
All that change, tits, and funk chill bill
And the cowboy boots and hats
Damn Postie, why can’t we be friends?
Our clothes already match
Poser, biter, appropriation thief
Give a fuck how many records you sold
Every fan you made is a leaf off of my tree
Boy you’re my seed, another mullet in the gang
With the teeth I see
I just picked a bone with Post Malone
And did it all on a Beastside beat
Dribble through the middle up
Crossover on ’em like I’m in the NBA
Look I don’t really give a fuck
Tell me what do I gotta lose anyway
Still mobbin’ in the pickup
Threw a middle finger out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon’ know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is rolling over in his grave
Cause I’m a conductor anaconda
With the musical energy, electrical wave
Prodigy of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping daily something crazy, someone save me
Nothing made me something baby
No one’s playing, fuck you pay me

[Outro]
Trunk Muzik III

[Intro:]
I am 2 faced slime, slime
I commit all melly crime
I will never let him, drop a dime
Melvin kill you, and he do the time

[Verse 1:]
I’mma slime ball
Watch your back, we a slime yall
Uh, uh I’m a slime ball, uh
Watch your back, we a slime yall
I’m a slime ball, and I’ll admit it dawg
Pullin’ up, give it all, let me get it all
Your bitch she a thot, and I know on the low
She gon’ fuck on me and all my bros
Bend it over, and bust it
Up that tooly no discussion
Niggas sayin’ that, they wit it
Niggas sayin’ that, they solid
Ooh, all these god damn bodies
So many killings in the room, it’s like 13 bodies
In here, these niggas know, we don’t play
I don’t want you to say no mo
Don’t wanna say no mo
Don’t wanna play no mo (play no mo)
Don’t wanna play no mo (play no mo)

[Verse 2:]
I am Melvin, yeah
I’m really steppin’, yeah
The Smith & Wesson, yeah
I want the F&N out
Give me that
Give me racks
I’m cockin’ the Simi-back
I’m bustin’ it at your ass
No cap, no cap, bitch
I ain’t with the rap shit
Nigga want pressure we pull up, hol’ up
That was a sneak diss
Hol’ up, wait, wait, bitch
Do you like [?] this
This your best friend and on Twitter, and he was like “yeah, just tweet this”
And you’ll die ’bout to sneak diss, damn

[Bridge:]
Young nigga popped this shit, you niggas the opposite
They run from the cops and shit
Don’t snitch to the cops
Don’t fuck wit the opps
You niggas don’t want it
You gamblin’ wit your life (wit your life)
She fuckin’ on Melly, babe
She said, she like minds
And I didn’t even see [?]
I hit it [?] for some merchandise (some merchandise)
Do you want to rock with Melvin?
Big ass Glock, he steppin’ in Giuseppe
Wanna kiss, bitch wait a second
I’m too fuckin’ reckless (fuckin’ reckless)
I’m [?]

[Chorus:]
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Melly and Melvin, two face
Marvin and Melvin, two face
Marcus and Melvin, two face

[Chorus]
Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself ‘neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum

[Verse 1]
Struck by the sounds before the sun
I knew the night had gone
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drums of dawn

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
The ocean wild like an organ played
The seaweed’s wove its strands
The crashing waves like cymbals clashed
Against the rocks and sands

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I stood unwound beneath the skies
And clouds unbound by laws
The crying rain like a trumpet sang
And asked for no applause

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
The last of leaves fell from the trees
And clung to a new love’s breast
The branches bare like a banjo played
To the winds that listened best

I gazed down in the river’s mirror
And watched its winding strum
The water smooth ran like a hymn
And like a harp did hum

[Chorus]

[Intro]
Kid
Ugh

[Chorus]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin’ like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin’, beware
I don’t know where I’m goin’, huh
But I hope I’m on the right path
Life’ll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin’ out slight sad
Know I’m all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back

[Verse 1]
There’s no complainin’ on this side
My niggas, shit is not tolerated
Cut some niggas off like a operation
And my team way more consolidated
Suite presidential, that’s inauguration
‘Cause we cookin’ crack like Ronald Reagan
Chip on my shoulder, boy, I’m not for waitin’
Divine timin’, took a lot of patience
Now it’s time for the takeover, all gas and the brake’s slower
Took a trip out to Tokyo, now I’m here in Paris for the layover
Fuck old niggas, boy, your day’s over
You mad at me because your pace slower
Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower, I was just sleepin’ on a sofa
Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
‘Cause I’m way doper, better stay sober
I paint pictures, you a Crayola
I got a bad bitch and she laid over
She really asked could she stay over
I told her that we need to face closure
The smell of money has a great odor
These the things that I prayed over

[Chorus]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin’ like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin’, beware
I don’t know where I’m goin’, huh
But I hope I’m on the right path
Life’ll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin’ out slight sad
Know I’m all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back (Huh, huh)

[Verse 2]
Why cry over spilled milk if you still feel I’m the real deal?
My bitch bad with no ill-will ’cause she’ll murk a nigga like Kill Bill
Loose slips sink ships, Cam’ron pink drip, that is my fashion
I’m not really with the high flashin’, it’s no helpin’ with my braggin’
I penetrate it, been the greatest
New house, renovate it
I got the juice, you eliminated
Pussy niggas always instigatin’
Can’t fuck me over, boy, I’m too clever
That applies all to whoever
I’m just here to pursue pleasure
Boy, I’m goin’ out like Hugh Hefner

[Chorus]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin’ like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin’, beware
I don’t know where I’m goin’, huh
But I hope I’m on the right path
Life’ll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin’ out slight sad
Know I’m all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back

[Outro]
Baby Jesus, please save us
Baby Jesus, please save us

[Chorus]
Five six grew 0 inch with them timbs on
I need 45 thousand to sing songs
Now they mad cause they bitch gon sing a long
You ain’t gotta worry homie I just wanna be alone
Five six grew 0 inch with them timbs on
I need 45 thousand to sing songs
Now they mad cause they bitch gon sing a long
You ain’t gotta worry homie I just wanna be alone

[Post Chorus]
I don’t need nobody help but I feel like I’m dying
Begging for someone to pick me up and keep me thriving
If I said I love myself I know I would be lying
Lookin up at the stars and I can’t see myself surviving

On point no dead shot boss drop like napalm bombs everybody swing arms armed with a Glock 9 left right left right
[…]

[Chorus]
Five six grew 0 inch with them timbs on
I need 45 thousand to sing songs
Now they mad cause they bitch gon sing a long
You ain’t gotta worry homie I just wanna be alone
Five six grew 0 inch with them timbs on
I need 45 thousand to sing songs
Now they mad cause they bitch gon sing a long
You ain’t gotta worry homie I just wanna be alone

[Post Chorus]
I don’t need nobody help but I feel like I’m dying
Begging for someone to pick me up and keep me thriving
If I said I love myself I know I would be lying
Lookin up at the stars and I can’t see myself surviving

[Chorus]
Five six grew 0 inch with them timbs on
I need 45 thousand to sing songs
Now they mad cause they bitch gon sing a long
You ain’t gotta worry homie I just wanna be alone
Five six grew 0 inch with them timbs on
I need 45 thousand to sing songs
Now they mad cause they bitch gon sing a long
You ain’t gotta worry homie I just wanna be alone

[Post Chorus]
I don’t need nobody help but I feel like I’m dying
Begging for someone to pick me up and keep me thriving
If I said I love myself I know I would be lying
Lookin up at the stars and I can’t see myself surviving