Head Banger

[Pre-Chorus: Yelawolf] We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' Bodies all over the fuckin' pit Got 'em on the front row, buggin' We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' Bodies all over the fuckin' pit Got 'em on the front row, buggin' [Chorus: Yelawolf & Pretty Shy] Head banger, bitch, head, head banger, head banger Head banger, bitch— Yeah [Verse 1: Pretty Shy] Lil street bitch from the block (yeah) Ten deep, all in the drop (yeah) Tell a hoe run me my knots And likе school bus, I'ma make a few stops (bitch) Fresh I comе, comin' out the box (yeah) Jawn got 'em comin' out the socks This real shit, no props And it's still fuck everybody like thots (bitch) Whole crowd pullin' on my shirt (shirt) All this ass, let's twerk (twerk) I brought henny and purp Everybody open up, everybody take a slurp (bitch) All blue hunnids, smurf (smurf) These AKs, not Nerf (Nerf) Got a lil twenty in the purse Swear, if I make it rain, they surf (bitch) Backpack, backpack Got this knapsack, knapsack When we pull up, clap that We won't bag back, backtrack If they tell you that they fuckin' with me Then they full of shit, cap, cap I might spin the block, bust a bitch When I'm finished with her, catnap We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers Couple thousand and they all jumpin' Bodies all over the fuckin' pit Got 'em on the front row, buggin' Bitch, it's Shyri from out east All action, ain't 'bout peace My boys rowdy, 'bout me And will slide on 'em, no grease [Pre-Chorus: Yelawolf] We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers (yeah) Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah) Bodies all over the fuckin' pit (yeah) Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah) We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers (yeah) Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah) Bodies all over the fuckin' pit (yeah) Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah) [Chorus: Yelawolf] Head banger, bitch, head, head banger, head banger Head banger, bitch, head, head banger, head banger Head banger, bitch, head, head banger, head banger Head banger, bitch, head, head banger, head banger [Verse 2: Caskey] Put these motherfuckers in a line while I wind up Tell 'em sign up for the end 'cause they time's up Take 'em to the parkin' lot that I nicknamed "The Barbershop" 'cause I got a blade, get a line up If I was the bigger man, I prob'ly wouldn't give a damn I would put that energy behind us Somebody got a couple pounds on me So with the rounds on me and, pussy, you know where to find us You could tell that was a diss, even if you missed the whole clip And they played what I said backwards Y'all bring another ounce of the beef to my plate I'ma leave a car full of dead crackers, bloody red rappers Yeah, he talkin' shit 'cause we, what, skinny? But you walkin' 'round in a video with a gut And some B-cup titties Go, put a bra and some panties on No, I don't need help, stand alone Standin' on your gravesite with a camera phone What you thought, I was gon' leave it alone? I don't let shit slide and I sleep with the chrome Motherfuckers outside tryna sleep at your home, bitch Some people like your shit better, well, to each his own I never heard a song of yours and told 'em, "keep it on" I be ridin' 'round Nashville With a strap on my lap, be a boss about it Man, your shit trash, don't make another diss song 'bout me Make a YouTube vlog about it, bitch You don't wanna see a body in the middle of the street With the fuckin' white chalk around it Tried to hit up your phone 'cause I've never been afraid of conflict And I like to talk about it, bitch [Bridge: Yelawolf] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) head banger (Yeah, yeah, yeah) banger, bitch Banger, bitch, ha [Verse 3: Yelawolf] Flip a barstool upside down Fuck all four of y'all I'll show you how to party, dog, get your boy jack-jawed He'll be whinin', all lookin' for a Tylenol Line 'em all up, pile 'em up in a hall 'round 'em up like a dog, pull the string like a ball Ball of yarn on side of kitten paw for committin' dog On the bed, knuckle weak, fuck it, mittens off Sittin' in my skinnies, dog, with a skinny broad Givin' me this short look, had to call a mini pause I ain't studyin' her but she got a buddy that'll risk it all 'cause he got a bitch with a loose bra He was too tall, had to get a poolstick I ain't even gotta coup de grâ' He was too big, had to get two sticks I ain't even at a poolhall Here we go, rum bum bum bum 808 headshot, no kickdrum There's another punk laid up out back, no drunk Blacked out, pulled back, hit the brakes, pump pump Yeah, had to black out like an 80s rollerskatin' rink Overnight him, let him pour a drink Write him off like I did the dinner When he took his baby mama out to the drive-thru Captain D's You could rap a song about a G But a G never had to rap a song about a P Peon, so you can wrap it up Or get your head wrapped in the E, R But you could never rap with me Hip hop, nah, you can't even wrap my jeep I've been too raw for this scene Ever since I took Campbell to meet Chuck D Immortal work, forever I Live in the beat, visualize Slumerican, deep enterprise Boats in the lake, ships in the sky Grew from a seed, Alabama tide Reap what you sow, weep 'til I die Nothin' is owed, all this is mine Grind for my piece, piece of the pie [Pre-Chorus: Yelawolf] We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers (yeah) Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah) Bodies all over the fuckin' pit (yeah) Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah) We ain't playin' with these motherfuckers (yeah) Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah) Bodies all over the fuckin' pit (yeah) Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah) [Outro: Yelawolf] Head banger, bitch