Piss'n In a Barrel of Bee'z

[Intro]

WOLF! (Yellow! Yellow! Yellow!--

WOLF; pissin' in a barrel of beez

Yelawolf! Volume one

WOLF... let's set it

AAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUU!

[Hook]

Look at me!

My belt buckle's unlatched

I'm holding my wee-wee, this way

Come watch my back I gotta pee-pee

Fuck 'em all I'll hold my balls and urinate on the industry

Fuck 'em, I'm pissin' in a barrel of beez

[Verse 1]

Mamaaaa! Mama, look; no hands

I dip my dick in a jar of honey, and I'm peein' in a bucket of fire ants

Wait, them ain't fire ants! Shit, them bumble bees!

But I still won't budge, I don't give a motherfuck

If they crawled on my jungle weeds

I'm done with these, overrated, slow-paced, wanna-be motor bikes

You're tricycles, peddling hard

A bumble bee has one strike

Them soldiers slow your roll; you're supposed to be in line

Twenty-fours never made a rapper spit hard

You can only get a buzz when you fly

Amazing, n' craving them flowers like women, bouquets

Set a purple haze, Yelawolf I have an MC pushing up daisies, grinning

Standing six feet, nothin'

And I drank a whole lake

I gotta go real bad

And I got a belly ache

The great flood is back; I'm attacking the best of the best

Surround them with my sound, in this yellow sea of stress

Hurting, long waiting, hard writing, and shitty deals

And if that don't drown ya', you'll hit the Chevrolet windshield; splat!

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]

Excuse me, anybody seen a bathroom around here?

I've been holding this shit back for so long

That I'm dancing with my hand on my balls like a queer

Here, here, I said it

Gotta let it go, gotta bigger head; swollen

Headed to the lab with a Ding-Dong

Like a deep sea fishing pole, and

Throw my line in with the bait hook

Got a great white following my books

Shit that I wrote floats like a bobber

Sit back unappeared, unbothered

Jumping up when I see it bump

Just let the shark come near

Here fishy fishy! Here fishy fishy fishy fishy; now swallow

This, piss, bitch; rich in nutrients

Let it go in your party bowl

Sticks to your dips and chips

Licks, taste, great; it'll make you live

Not dog a bite; I'm Golga-white

With a bottle breaker, and then a keg of Heineken

Fight like an Irishman

Fight like a wolf; I'm still growling

Marking my territory with my leg hiked, you know where to find him

Y-E-LA, W-O-L-F that spells the chief

Pissin' on, H-O-T, B-E-A-T; that spells relief!

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]

Oh my goodness, you've got motive

Chopped down, like an overgrown bush with a weed eater

Wet up the spot, with me, Peter

Run up on that 808 kit, take a shit

Hike my paw-paw, and drain 'me lizard

Wolf relieved himself on top of the track with a three-liter

Did you like this song before we did it? (Naw) Me neither!

Well pull out your Johnson motherfucker; if you got a twat then squat

Do it if you want to little mama; if you got what's hot, then drop

But don't sit on the meat cleaver; you can't clean up blood with a mop

I do my shit sober... do you need some X when you rock?

Well here's a triple stack (HAUUUUUH!) --now pop

Hot rocks, meteor damage putting holes in your Chevy top

I do not stop

Ceiling is damaged, now you're really riding in a drop

You could ride or die, or die to ride a drumkick, and then get shot

Blew by the police by the hot shit security; you are stopped

Hold up, freeze

Step out of my vehicle, rewind

This shit is pitiful

Must I get rid of you?

Must I piss on you?

[Hook x2]

[Outro]

Takes big balls!

Watch out dog!

Missy Elliott, Dallas Austin, Mona Scott! UPN!

God damn MTV... BET... I'm coming!