Bloody Sunday (Freestyle) Letra |
Artista: Yelawolf
Letra de canción de música |
Bloody Sunday (Freestyle) letra de Yelawolf lyrics
| Yelawolf |
| Catfish Billy |
| M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy, motherfucker |
| Brian Jones |
| Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody, always been a body from the jump |
| Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fu*kabout a hater, never been a punk |
| Yeah, been an innovator, fu*kan imitator, drop another hot potato son |
| Take 'em back to feed my park, with Baby D and the Kings of Crunk |
| Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar |
| Rest in Peace, Zoo, you ain't dead but to me you are |
| Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I'm.. |
| New South in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax |
| Suit up, you gonna need a haz-mat |
| Leaving these fuckers chewed up |
| Like a muskrat in a backpack |
| I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act black |
| I'll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks |
| Pull up your bra, quit spilling your guts, you better cook your bo-ttle |
| You feeling yourself, like jerking off to my tunes |
| You willing to bet, I'll make a splash like pot-holes |
| After it rains, with your name just like a snot nose |
| You'll be running, trying to escape what's coming |
| But the exits blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a woman |
| There's only one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever |
| Ask for the other white boy from Gadsden (pst), whatever |
| You're welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it |
| Fuck around and I'll surround you like circumferences |
| You build a house of hate around what I have brung to this |
| Game, I'll make that place your home, like the Sons of Mumford did |
| Lame, I'm all the way up, woke, turnt |
| You think you flame, you all the way suck, choke, burnt |
| Bitch I'm on fire like holiday nuts, holding firm |
| You want the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn |
| Hop in the backseat bitch, Hip-Hop is snoozing |
| You could use an Uber, like a student pupil |
| I'm a teacher - reach ya hand for the ruler, I'ma bruise your ego |
| Abuse and move onto the hall, against the wall stupid |
| Who's the man? Who's the tutor? |
| Letters flying till the ghetto crying |
| The police are saying now, "Who's the shooter?" |
| Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a black rifle |
| Ten toes down up like a light pole |
| Middle finger up like a Black Rhino's horn |
| I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a shit cyclone |
| Never let bygones be bygones |
| Rather I'd say, "See ya later, adios", bitch rapping obese is just bygone |
| Never thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy |
| His videos all look alike, no wonder they can't see me |
| Is this the guy that said he was the hottest white boy |
| Since the one with dyed blonde hair, what the fuck |
| Hold up, G... easy |
| I can't let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just paddle by |
| Don't know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky |
| Marshall Mathers may have ignored you |
| But if you want the smoke, bring the foil |
| I'll boil you till the kettle's dry |
| Have a nice day suave |
| I'm a different breed, I'm a wolf, OK? |
| Got so many styles I could be a wardrobe boy |
| So little boy flows some O.J poured in the glass with your buttermilk pancakes |
| Mama's little helper, daddy's little bae |
| Put the bae bae kids in my Chevrolet |
| Brought the pepper spray and a banana for AKs |
| Bitch holler, "Mayday, mayday" |
| Then take it to the bank, it's another payday |
| Oh you a baller, well take the ball and |
| Let me here kick that shit Pelé |
| The nerve of the shit they say, I'm permanently amazed |
| And your whiskey sucks, fuckin' one sip, I wanted to go straight back to AA |
| Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he don't even rap |
| Fuck it, fu*kPost Malone, just because, let's see if he answers back |
| All that change, tits, and funk chill bill, and the cowboy boots and hats |
| Damn Postie, why can't we be friends? Our clothes already match |
| Poser, biter, appropriation thief, give a fu*khow many records you sold |
| Every fan you made is a leaf off of my tree |
| Boy you're my seed, another mullet in the gang with the teeth I see |
| I just picked a bone with Post Malone and did it all on a Beastside beat |
| Dribble through the middle up, crossover on 'em like I'm in the NBA |
| Look I don't really give a fuck |
| Tell me what do I gotta lose anyway |
| Still mobbin' in the pickup |
| Threw a middle finger out the window when I wave |
| Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK |
| Beethoven is rolling over in his grave |
| Cause I'm a conductor anaconda with the musical energy, electrical wave |
| Prodigy of an anomaly, Shady |
| Bumping daily something crazy, someone save me |
| Nothing made me something baby |
| No one's playing, fu*kyou pay me |
|
Trunk Muzik III |
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