Dirt Road (Freestyle)

Everyday is like an episode of

"Hillbilly In Beverly Hills"

Dr. Pepper soda

Fizzle in my dixie cup

Jumpin' out the dixie truck

Bumpin' just don't give a fuck

Something I don't give a fuck about

Is giving a fuck

Still whipping a Bud

Cap off 'n' sippin' it up

Bama I'm lifting it up

You know cool enough to be you daddy

Young enough to be your homie

Real enough to get you elbows, macaroni

Give me the stacks and I'm on it

Look holler at you homie

Got a couple of bedies

Who's ready to put the mattress on me

Gettin' naked from Becky

Givin' bonies to Joany

If I make Joany mouny

Then she'll fry me bologna

I'm not the king, but I got the crown like a royal bag

And I'm movin' up to the surface

Just like a porpoise, back

Blow ho, sneeze, Yela so cold (please)

That my refrigerator quit

And gave me the groceries

That's why I eat so good

Bananas and mayonaise and white bread

Huh, so good

And that's so hood

Cali couldn't screen me

Visionaries in a coma couldn't dream ‘n’ still

I became it, on this campuses painted

My ownership I retained it

I'm on the ship that ain't sanking

I'm on a trip to be famous

My hand on my dick, sanging

With hand over fist, banging

I handle it, I maintain it

Am I changing the game?

I think it's a pride to say that I ain't

Aiming it?  I claim it

Might as well learn my name it's Yelawolf

DJBooth.net, so you can prove it

32 ton rock, don't try to move it

Catfish Billy, boom boom

Malay, Ghet-O-Vision

Holler at you folk