"Bloody Sunday" Freestyle

[Intro] Yelawolf Catfish Billy M.W.A., Ghetto Cowboy, motherfucker Brian Jones [Verse] Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody Always been about it from the jump Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater Never been a punk Yeah, been an innovator, fuck a imitator Drop another hot potato, son Take 'em back to Piedmont 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 wavin' that flag, I'm New South in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax Suit up, you gonna need a hazmat Leavin' 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 spillin' your guts You better cork your bottle You feelin' yourself, like jerkin' off to my tunes You willin' to bet, I'll make a splash like potholes After it rains, with your name just like a snot nose You'll be runnin', tryin' to escape what's comin' But the exit's 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, psh, 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, holdin' firm You want the doe, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn Hop in the backseat bitch, hip-hop is snoozin' 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 into the hall, against the wall, stupid Who's the man? Who's the tutor? Lead is flyin' 'til they dead or cryin' The police are saying now, "Who's the shooter?" Here I go, with a trench coat 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'll say, "See ya later, adios," bitch Rappin' obese is just bygone Never thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy These 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 watchin' Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky Marshall Mathers may have ignored you But if you want the smoke, bring the foil I'll boil you 'til the kettle's dry Have a nice day, suave I'm a different breed, I'm a wolf, okay? 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 Bébé 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 chain stitchin' from Chill Bill And the cowboy boots and hats Damn, Posty, 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 icy I just picked a bone with Post Malone And did it all on a B-side 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 Throw a middle finger out the window when I wave Trunk Muzik III, bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK Beethoven is rollin' over in his grave 'Cause I'm a conductor and a conduit Of musical energy, electrical wave Prodigy of an anomaly, Shady Bumpin' daily somethin' crazy, someone save me Nothing made me somethin', baby No one's playin', fuck you, pay me [Outro] Trunk Muzik III