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Yelawolf – Elvis Messy Freestyle lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
DJ Klever
Yelawolf
MWA
Bryan Jones on the beat biatch

[Verse]
Alright DJ come take the wheel
And I'll set this fucker off
Pull Catfish up out the hills
That's how I would do your job
You don't want no problem here
Not the line you want to cross
Take the rapper over here
And I'll feed him to the dogs
Just because, just be cau-tious
Look at you like, "Nah cuz..."
Mad cause we got bitches licking lips and throwing bras up
Got no time to talk, cuz
When I snap, it's all good
If I cut you down then best believe I'm throwing sawdust
Aw shucks
Aw fuck, I'm just playing, shut up
Fair warning not too subtle
I lay dormant but ooh brother
Got holy water like two puddles
And landslide the vampires are vandalized
With cans of Krylon damage and design
Sanitize the inner prize
The plan is amplified
Fans are f'n tired
By the need, provided me
Allowing me to open the
Show is over, no promoter
Locally and overseas
Would tell you different, I'm a timebomb
Tick, tick, tick, tick, I'm an icon
Slumerican tossed the barbarian off the bar area
Plus the dyed hair blonde--
Bitch over there, got her hips in the air
And her tits I'm aware, I'ma dip in a pair, I'ma lick on the set
That I'ma smash it, attack it, in the back till she's pissing the bed
Fist full of hair at your crib and a lounge hair you got a visitor there
Face shot to the clear, she dropped on the legs, yeah, and I let her kiss on the head
Hold my beer, don't hold my breath
Hold my weight, showing flex
I'm so hard, diamonds envy 'round me
Look, I'm so cool, I got my own climate
Mountainous terrain to climb no
You fuckin' with the hustle, need a rope
You want the vintage turquoise, Navajo
I stained that shit from stage at every show
Brad Spit, Matthew Mcconaublaze
Hollywood meets Elvis Messy
Pull up in a beat-up Honda that I stole to drunk drive cause I like Chevy's
Oh, here I go, no red carpet and no rope
Put me down there with my folk and let the Slum come strike a pose
I write my flows like a fighter
These are punches being thrown
To your nose, duck and jab
Leaving blood patterns on the clothes
I might be white Muhammed Ali
As-salamu alaykum, here for the feast
But I couldn't be a Muslim, that could never be
Cause I'm still pissin' in a barrel full of beez
Like a chair for a bear, I'ma need a bigger seat
To sit cross-legged, I swear I'm a Chief
Hey I hose off, staring at me
Better mourn the cow, bury the beef
I clip your wings like there's no air beneath a parakeet
Give you some rings around your eyes like I said marry me
Get to the bottom of it like Titanic, very deep
Make you a model puppet, like Jim Henson every week
Sesame Street, yes sir Big Bird
Leave 'em black and yellow like I live in Pittsburgh
Shit turds, with quick words, throw bricks of wit, this pick is yours
All my fans, they pump the fist, get lit, and flip the bird
All my jams, they bump and kick and I just stick the words
Like a tube of super glue does for model aeroplanes
If the music chooses you, add the wheels and glue the wings
Then the paint, then the strings, then from the ceiling it will hang
Collect them all, don't let 'em fall
Until the critics come and frame
You working pictures then you switch up and you work on model trains
Just to keep 'em in suspicion like a pro, that's why I changed
So to all the people who supported me throughout the game
Over the years, I hope you like watching me grow
Yeah, Michael Wayne, Michael Wayne

[Outro]
Yeah, Ghetto Cowboy
5427 Hickory Park Drive off Bell Road
Antioch Tennessee
Via southside Alabama
G.A.D motherfucker
Trunk Muzik III
×

[Intro] Yeah DJ Klever Yelawolf MWA Bryan Jones on the beat biatch [Verse] Alright DJ come take the wheel And I'll set this fucker off Pull Catfish up out the hills That's how I would do your job You don't want no problem here Not the line you want to cross Take the rapper over here And I'll feed him to the dogs Just because, just be cau-tious Look at you like, "Nah cuz..." Mad cause we got bitches licking lips and throwing bras up Got no time to talk, cuz When I snap, it's all good If I cut you down then best believe I'm throwing sawdust Aw shucks Aw fuck, I'm just playing, shut up Fair warning not too subtle I lay dormant but ooh brother Got holy water like two puddles And landslide the vampires are vandalized With cans of Krylon damage and design Sanitize the inner prize The plan is amplified Fans are f'n tired By the need, provided me Allowing me to open the Show is over, no promoter Locally and overseas Would tell you different, I'm a timebomb Tick, tick, tick, tick, I'm an icon Slumerican tossed the barbarian off the bar area Plus the dyed hair blonde-- Bitch over there, got her hips in the air And her tits I'm aware, I'ma dip in a pair, I'ma lick on the set That I'ma smash it, attack it, in the back till she's pissing the bed Fist full of hair at your crib and a lounge hair you got a visitor there Face shot to the clear, she dropped on the legs, yeah, and I let her kiss on the head Hold my beer, don't hold my breath Hold my weight, showing flex I'm so hard, diamonds envy 'round me Look, I'm so cool, I got my own climate Mountainous terrain to climb no You fuckin' with the hustle, need a rope You want the vintage turquoise, Navajo I stained that shit from stage at every show Brad Spit, Matthew Mcconaublaze Hollywood meets Elvis Messy Pull up in a beat-up Honda that I stole to drunk drive cause I like Chevy's Oh, here I go, no red carpet and no rope Put me down there with my folk and let the Slum come strike a pose I write my flows like a fighter These are punches being thrown To your nose, duck and jab Leaving blood patterns on the clothes I might be white Muhammed Ali As-salamu alaykum, here for the feast But I couldn't be a Muslim, that could never be Cause I'm still pissin' in a barrel full of beez Like a chair for a bear, I'ma need a bigger seat To sit cross-legged, I swear I'm a Chief Hey I hose off, staring at me Better mourn the cow, bury the beef I clip your wings like there's no air beneath a parakeet Give you some rings around your eyes like I said marry me Get to the bottom of it like Titanic, very deep Make you a model puppet, like Jim Henson every week Sesame Street, yes sir Big Bird Leave 'em black and yellow like I live in Pittsburgh Shit turds, with quick words, throw bricks of wit, this pick is yours All my fans, they pump the fist, get lit, and flip the bird All my jams, they bump and kick and I just stick the words Like a tube of super glue does for model aeroplanes If the music chooses you, add the wheels and glue the wings Then the paint, then the strings, then from the ceiling it will hang Collect them all, don't let 'em fall Until the critics come and frame You working pictures then you switch up and you work on model trains Just to keep 'em in suspicion like a pro, that's why I changed So to all the people who supported me throughout the game Over the years, I hope you like watching me grow Yeah, Michael Wayne, Michael Wayne [Outro] Yeah, Ghetto Cowboy 5427 Hickory Park Drive off Bell Road Antioch Tennessee Via southside Alabama G.A.D motherfucker Trunk Muzik III Explain Request ×



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