Doughnuts

(Verse 1: Yelawolf)

I don't need no introduction but let me introduce myself

A buck seventy-five of one of the livest beat riders from the bible belt

A.L.A.B.A.M.A went to LA and hit TV

Packed my shit then wrote some hits and hit the streets of NYC

NYC was home til' I rolled down to the creekwater of ATL

Picked a bail of hay from the roots of it all then I put it in a ball to see what sells

Hitted for the 5 get it for the 5 can I get a 5 for this well fuck gimme 3

I'll take what I get then give what I take then I take what I gave ya I'm an Indian chief

Ha ha ha ha thats survival that one of my personal rivals

Don't worry bout' my rates, if you folks then I'll circumcise ya

I'll give ya a purple higher, if you want that fire

Well, take a hit of that thick white smoke burnin' off my Goodyear tire

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I'm a small town boy doing doughnuts in the grocery parkin' lot

I'mma make some noise doing doughnuts in your momma's parkin' lot

I'm a small town boy doing doughnuts on the police parkin' lot

I'mma make some noise doing doughnuts on the labels parkin' lot

(Verse 2: Yelawolf)

Mark a spot, circle circle figure 8 I come and drop

Like a christian man caught with a mistress and I run and hide

Came to the earth with a searchlight and a dirtbike

I'm good in the woods at night

Hey i'll bet a hoes ice on a bird fight

I'm good in the hood with a price

I never worry bout' should I coulds well if so maybes when it comes to rappin'

If it can be done on the mic i'mma do it and leave the people clappin'

Thank you very much what a rare touch yelawolf puts to the track when he lets go

Well if you got young nese connect on the beat and you do it buddy you could never blow

So go ahead and talk that shit I'mma go ahead and walk that pizz

If you wanna through salt at this you the one that help me get rich

I ain't never had an engine quit I grab the wheel with a real tight grip

And when I throw down my stick shift I got the show up my hands 'n all the fans holla...

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(Verse 3: Yelawolf)

Hoh!, look at him goooo that boys got life in him

I ain't never seen anybody do a burnout on a flippin' bycicle

I'm a peddelar make an editor get ahead on words

Not an amateur I can dance on verbs like an outlandish nerd

Spend all of my time working on chokin' everybody up in the crowd

Makin em' run for the mass cause they can never breathe inside my cloud

Boom lightning strike, my black lines are nice and bright

Some live 9 and rifle hype so I keep my hatchet in sight

Hey this ain't rap, this active wack shit laxitive

Let that shit go you could never run with the wheels rotating rapidly

Riiing rev it up, emergency break on lock

Hammer it on, cock to the side, burn my rubber until it pops!

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