Fuck You

[Intro]

Fuck you fuck you fuuuuuck you

Fuck you fuck you fuuuuuck you

(its the big bad wolf)

Yeah

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]

I’m from Alabama buddy and what?

What does that mean? you don’t like my state?

You put a stereotype on my people homie

But you know exactly what I’m gonna say

You see me shining without a diamond at all

But you’d rather see me stuck in the shade

Oh you mad I’m getting butter motherfucker

You don’t wanna see yeller get paid

That’s a reasonable excuse to hate

So thank you I must bless you

It's unbelievable you could rescue

The nephew and girl let loose

Who am I? well you know who I am

When cat fish billy's middle finger flings

And all the love I’m getting from the critics

Is making me just wanna turn around and sing (sing!)

[Hook]

Fuck you! fuck you! fuuuuuck you! (Sing along!)

Fuck you! fuck you! fuuuuuck

You! (Fellas!)

Fuck you! fuck you! fuuuuuck you! (Ladies!)

Fuck you! fuck

You! fuuuuuck you! (Everybody!)

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]

You might be used to hearing it

And if you are cool then I’ll say it again

If you ain’t got a problem with saying out loud

Turn around and tell it to a friend

You might be riding inside of your car alone

But you can do it with one hand

So throw it up when you see the boys in blue

Passing you in a patty wagon van

I’m a crook, take a look

Two words written all over my hooks

I got in a fight last night with the security

This is all that it took

I know I got a cubic zirconium watch

And a chain and an old money rang but

All the attention it brings from the women

Is making me wanna turn around and sing, Bitch (Fuck you!)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]

Yelawolf I’m a piranha

Eat a beat, see the physic, yep I’m a runna'

Get a 'fuck you', buddy come take a numba'

Sure as the sun sets over my long dick in the summa'

I give a long bird too many wrong words

That fall to the life of my persona'

For the fiftieth time if you wondered, don’t wonder

Listen to the back, to the front

Tell the people what they want

If you came into the club with a sack full of buds

But they won’t let you roll up a blunt

Tell 'em, If they tryin' ta

You gotta hot girl tell her I’m gonna

You in the house and the song comes on

Go outside and yell it in you pajamas (Sing!)

[Hook]

[Outro: Yelawolf]

Yeah

Yelawolf

A.k.a catfish billy

Supa hot beats

Fuck you

Hollar at g

Mustard

Yeah I’m still at it

Ghetto vision

(It's the big bad wolf)

Holla at your boy

Middle fingers in the air

Fuck You