Текст песни YELAWOLF — THROW IT UP VERSE

[Yelawolf]
I already got 2 cars on the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
Let em be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick
To f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one
Billy, a thriller, you kidding, bitch I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin' like my daddy
d-d-d-drinkin' like my mama
C-c-country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in first
I aint even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta this earth, right (yeah hoe)
But I just hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk
Where the keys?
Bitch you better check your purse
I got a brick of herb and I hit this herb? and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with a hawk, little puppy dog, Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch

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