Get Away

[Verse 1: Yelawolf] Yeah, hell of a day To load a .22 and take it to the woods and let it ring Into the night and break a bottle with the bullet Yes I'm 'bout it motherfucker, not a single solitary thing Is missin' from my southern roots I'm liable just to take a Chevrolet And run it through the mud for giggles Huh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper Who could tell a story like my uncle when he's drinkin' Product of a workin' environment, fuck is y'all thinkin'? Meanin' I'm workin'-workin' harder than any artist Can ever do it simply 'cause I'm made that way I build a house around your ass before you could realize That you in the neighborhood that Yelawolf made So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it Tell 'em I'm an Alabama wanna-be, I be that I'll just take it to the studio And drop a bomb on you from a motherfuckin' beanbag I need that... [Chorus: Yelawolf] Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet Talk til there’s nothing left to say Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gon’ have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns Then you’ll have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gone have to get away from me [Verse 2: Shawty Fatt] Man, I done been through it all I done been up and know what it is to fall Punk police feeling all on my balls Without a probable cause, cause a nigga sittin’ tall "Dawg, you gotta do something Fatt On the road with Wolf, why did you come back?" Cause them up there, don’t wanna play fair Got me pinned to the wall, like a fucking thumb tack. "Dumb fat!" Dumb hell, criticize a nigga for the crack I sell Like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well or eat at all, wanna see me fall Let ‘em see that? Naw dawg, them lies Only cause I got Catfish on my side Bitch I'm headed up, up to the sky Roll up, let's get high Wavin' them bye, I need that [Chorus: Yelawolf] Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet Talk til there’s nothing left to say Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gon’ have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns Then you’ll have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gone have to get away from me [Verse 3: Mystikal] 20 plus 20 still spittin' 'em out Still piss on your porch and still shit in your house Then put my dick in your mouth, take it back out, put it back in Fuck on the floor, skeet on the couch Which one of you ugly muthafuckers think you thug enough or rugg enough Or gutter enough, fast enough to keep up (huh) The most retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world Ain’t stupid or dumb enough to fuck with it If you in say you in, and if you is handle your mutherfuckin’ business Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up. What we gonna do? Win! Not a nan’ ‘nother nigga outta there can compare To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales In these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairs I need that! [Chorus: Yelawolf] Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet Talk til there’s nothing left to say Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gon’ have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns Then you’ll have to get away from me Drink some, smoke some Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways Then you gone have to get away from me