W.O.W. (With Out Warning)

[Chorus]

"Put the rap game on a crutch"

"Blow the spot without warning"

"You get no chance to back down"

"Put the rap game on a crutch"

"Blow the spot without warning"

"You get no chance to back down"

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]

Hop off my Harley Davidson lookin' like I just got hit with a cool stick

Cherry red boots, cigarette lit and aggravated

How come it's to this dirt road, moonshine trailer trash trooper

Everyday's a party, happy belated

If you smokin' marijuana with your mama at 12

Then we either related or related in jail

Street thangs, stealin' Hondas for them Asian gangs

Hopefully Yao Ming's little sister would give me brains

That's street cred for the uncredible nobodies

And my Bon Jovi look-alike bitch has so got it

Loud it, Catfish Billy, get stoked shawty

And I shined up the bowties up that box body

And Alabama knows it, travel the world with my slangs

Some of them don't get the slang but Alabama knows it

I'm sweaty funk, humidity punks

Fish hook in the hat, dirty Louisville bat

Lips chapped, I'm country hard

[Chorus]

"Put the rap game on a crutch"

"Blow the spot without warning"

"You get no chance to back down"

"Put the rap game on a crutch"

"Blow the spot without warning"

"You get no chance to back down"

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]

Ain't nobody fresher than 'em

And dealt with more pressure than 'em

Never mess with niggas whose image is skinny, stretchy denim

Just remember everyone who with me winners

Everyone who with you dinner

Bitches switchin' quick as Bruce and Chrissy Jenner

Chrome rims on a whip just to shine on niggas

Black tires, the lip white, Tyrone Biggums

Giving out turkeys on Thanksgiving like Nino with us

We even passin' out TVs like Wendy Williams

All I know is that I'm the wild child

Y'all don't want no smoke with these bars

All y'all niggas know is y'all SoundCloud

Hypothetically say I'm pissed, I would definitely AR grip

I would definitely spray y'all quick

If y'all expectin' me to hesitate to shoot this bitch

Then y'all are definitely in the playoffs with J.R. Smith

I would definitely put my hand in your pocket

But not the way you want

I put your whole family in boxes like y'all the Brady Bunch

[Chorus]

'Put the rap game on a crutch"

"Blow the spot without warning"

"You get no chance to back down"

"Put the rap game on a crutch"

"Blow the spot without warning"

"You get no chance to back down"

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]

I go bananas, too miraculous to react to mortal mammals

Cookin' crack in my new velour pajamas

Gettin' back to my roots, rap where I stored 'em hammers

Lord of Grammar, my IQ's my actual portal panel

My IP address is my dressers drawer

I ain't stressed unless it's war, I ain't said shit, less is more

I bet you you'll die less than my irons legend for regrettin' gore

Ghost whiter than the driven snow and it's headed north

Lookin' like it's for the seven floors, flows are metaphors

Buried skulls all over the globe like a Stegosaurus

My rifle kick back when it get blazed in the sky

I'm a classic, I get dressed playin' Aquemini

Don't do some shit to get your wifey kidnapped

Have you on Twitter beggin' for your bitch back like Sage Gemini

Why these niggas gettin' their hair dyed and they nails polished

I'm like Biggie and Pac trapped inside of Big L's body

[Outro: Big L from '92 Stretch & Bobbito Freestyle]

"Rhymes I create a knock out ya gold tooth

Battlin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth

I wreck mics and drop the cool speeches

Nowadays rappers think they motherfuckin' schoolteachers"