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