Mastermind

[Intro: DJ Paul & Yelawolf] The promoter of the show is going crazy, man Hey, pass that, pass that over here The fuck is this? Shit I got from a groupie Off-brand PBR or some shit? Probably so, haha It tastes like shit It do taste like shit, yeah What time we go on? Now What time we go on? Now, let's go, man Go up to the spot Shit Damn, look at that line That shit crunck Rock this motherfucker, I got the beat Hehehe, yeah [Verse 1] Look at my name up under the marquee And throw up in your lap, bitch Still a renegade Still up in the Chevrolet Sippin 7 with the lemonade, bitch I'm a moonwalker Starlit like a car sits in the dark when you have parked it like a nude stalker Catfish Billy (How are you? How are you?) I'm the king of the lowlifes Show up at the show with a bunch of rich folk Lookin' like they ran into a light pole right before they walked in Car crashed and then bar dashed In a Hertz rental with a fat lip Like Burt Reynolds's moustache We drink it up, fuck that We drank it up then tear it down Crank it up like a pro hound that's beat up and doo-doo brown (Doo-doo brown?) Yea doo-doo brown Tell that fat bitch take a doo-doo now 'Cause I got that shit Yelawolf up in this motherfucker with voodoo now I'm a mastermind [Chorus] (Mastermind) Everything I touch either gets hated or they receive it as (Mastermind) Everything I do either gets bit by these heathens or even it's ripped by the seams when I conceive it (Mastermind) Everything I touch either gets hated or they receive it as (Mastermind) My enemies grieve every time I speak in his mind like a priest in the sky, believe that I'm a (Mastermind) [Verse 2] With a Colgate white smile Brush my teeth with propane And blow fire from the teeth of a white child You motherfuckers better pipe down Like you've been caught smokin' bogues Slumericans all around me And we've been talkin' cold, yeah (S)But a state if mind when you're Rollin up a (L) it ain't me and Nas Who howl and yell about (U) Thank god for shady I gotta give it up to (M) Without him I wouldn't know what the fuck I would be (E) Stuck in the south with no C-A-(R) The rest of this shit is kinda cliche (I C-A-N) La-di-da-di (La-di-da-di) Uh, yes, I can (Alabama) Yes, I am Grew up in the South gettin popped in the mouth if you didn't say sir yes and said ma'am So I got slapped half the time That why when I write about the blues then my childhood takes up half the rhyme Yeah, I'm a psychopath sometimes a mastermind [Chorus] (Mastermind) Everything I touch either gets hated or they receive it as (Mastermind) Everything I do either gets bit by these heathens or even it's ripped by the seams when I conceive it (Mastermind) Everything I touch either gets hated or they receive it as (Mastermind) My enemies grieve every time I speak in his mind like a priest in the sky I believe it I'm a (Mastermind) [Verse 3] Bitch, better put your dukes up I ain't got time for these vampires Throw 'em in the fire cause I am that true blood I'm an angel untangled by the web of a black widow So sick that I leave a tree standing up straight Leaned down like a weeping willow Deep in a pillow, dreaming, sleep walking Not one motherfucker in the game ready for the science I am Stephen Hawking Fat bitch in the front row Dry heave and coughing Get these hoes some H2O before I get fee'd for assaulting Blood I see it often Suds in the bottom of a jug Left so many duds in the club beat up and crawling I could've got rich in a teeth auction On stage like a priest talking And there will be none after mine Son of a bitch and the father of a church Similar to Jesus when he found Miss Magdalene Mastermind