Yelawolf - 14 Mud Mouth
[00:12.92] Yeah
[00:14.52] I feel the breeze coming in
[00:16.38] I smell the smoke on the pen
[00:17.97] That country boy killing these motherfuckers
[00:19.83] Pullin' up in the box, I'm around the bend
[00:21.42] Sticking this pocket like trap rappers
[00:23.28] Here for the meal bitch, I brought a bowl
[00:24.88] Carry the weight like I'm hauling oats
[00:27.00] Got 'em clearing that dope like that Conoco
[00:28.33] Who's that motherfucker Billy?
[00:30.19] We can rock out and go hook out in Harlem
[00:32.05] Who would cosign this white boy
[00:33.91] Jimmy I piss out a starter
[00:35.92] Fed with a long handle spoon
[00:37.52] Got an attitude, yeah, I'm a problem
[00:39.38] Got a chip on my shoulder
[00:40.71] 'Cause I'm from 'Bama
[00:41.40] Alabama boys ain't 'bout no caution
[00:43.00] My destiny ain't second-guessing
[00:45.12] Ain't gonna filter expression
[00:46.72] They hit me with stereotypes
[00:48.31] I decline, I ain't gonna answer the question
[00:50.17] I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
[00:52.03] For the honkies in trucks and the kids
[00:53.89] Just a product of southern environment
[00:55.48] Mason jar full of shine I'm gonna twist the lid
[01:26.09] Bought me some Cartier shades
[01:28.48] Threw them bitches in the lake
[01:30.07] Swim to the bottom to find 'em
[01:31.56] Swim back to the top with an old grenade
[01:33.68] Look what I found Pambeau
[01:35.28] Pull the pin, buddy, what do you say?
[01:37.14] Fuck it, here we go
[01:38.37] See, blowin' up ain't never safe
[01:40.12] Fucking dead man with the lead man
[01:42.24] Caught a wig like I came with a Steadman's
[01:44.10] Slum bakery how I'm bread man
[01:45.96] Turn my nick in the dirt like I'm red man
[01:47.55] See the future with me in the Chevy van
[01:49.42] Like a peyote trip, in the red sand
[01:51.27] Drop another classic in the set man
[01:52.87] Go on pull the plastic on the bed man
[01:54.73] Got the drip, HOT, swept like a felt hat
[01:57.12] 808's hitta's breaking these icecaps
[01:58.98] Son of a bitch, see, I like that
[02:00.84] Take a look at your soul, what a sight dad
[02:02.69] I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
[02:04.55] For the honkies in trucks and the kids
[02:05.88] Just a product of southern environment
[02:07.74] Mason jar full of shine I'm gonna twist the lid
[02:38.72] To rock and roll had to cut it up
[02:40.58] Like I ran up in a thorn bush
[02:42.44] Stop, drop, and roll, you ain't dope enough
[02:44.03] With them silly ass rhymes and that boring hook
[02:45.89] Bitch I'm red Atlanta, Circa Dungeon fell in 1998 swag yeah
[02:49.24] If you know then you know, if you don't then consider yourself runnin' late rap yeah
[02:52.96] Black on them made that check
[02:54.55] Playing tape with the playback yeah
[02:56.41] With them hippies like way back yeah
[02:58.27] In the kitchen, they make crack yeah
[03:00.13] Still mobbing deep and I'm not sure
[03:01.99] I just sold out the show, got the spot booked
[03:03.85] Blinders on like a Tennessee Walking Horse
[03:05.44] Tunnel vision I'm focused, do not look
[03:07.30] Like a book, I see them laying back
[03:09.16] Billy ain't the one, he ain't sayin' that
[03:11.02] Got a bigger budget, need to pay it back
[03:12.88] Drop a fucking heater on a Maytag
[03:14.74] I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
[03:16.60] For the honkies in trucks and the kids
[03:18.19] Just a product of southern environment
[03:19.78] Mason jar full of shine I'm gonna twist the lid
