Prof, Yelawolf - New Kid lyrics

They have the biggest testicles
Relative to body
Size of any male on the planet

Bitch I got money! And I'm so good lookin'
You could learn something from me!
You're old, I'm new

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
Poof, Prof'll rock the party till
Your teeth are loose
I'm gorgeous, roll with Chuck Norris'
Fourty-five houses, thirty-three mortgages
My boats got boats with jet ski's
Three fuckin' chef's and a Wayne Gretzky'
Sunrise, I'm fuckin' in the gondola
Friends: Pheobe, Rachel, Monica
Bravo, finally made it to a dick head
Shot eighty-nine times
And I ain't even rich yet holy shit, nice
Bet my pandora station plays Vanilla Ice
Yippee ki yay, your boy is a Kaiser
Everywhere I go I'm shittin' on 'em
Diapers icky, I gotcha rethinking about
Who the best is
I'm outta my mind, please leave a message

Bitch I got money! And I'm so good lookin'
You could learn something from me!
You're old, I'm new

Uh, undeniably the baddest
I ain't worried long as I
Know where you dad is
Uah, Where your cousin at baby?
Roll around the family reunion all crazy
Meanwhile I got me fishing for a musket
Baby, busty, gotta big booty
My sidekick is a moose knuckle
If I had a weakness, it'd be I'm too humble
Be bumble, easily see hundos
Cheese the weeze
The cheese could buy three condos
Fuck it, I'm the new Kirby Puckett
Got the state of my back
The topic of discussion
Dick, game, Waka Flocka flame
When I'm done with them girls they
Take the walk of fame
Every single verse hot, your boy don't miss
Bitch don't front
This whole song is the shit

Bitch I got money! And I'm so good lookin'
You could learn something from me!
You're old, I'm new

Catfish Billy, I'm coo coo for Coco
Eat a crackers then I spit
Back a hobo the rollo
Eat rappers like wrappers wrapped around
Packs of no dough yeah the plastic too
Twelves and forty-fives playin' slow-mo
Takin' acid watchin' your mama
Bounce around my show
With all the friends that
She met makin' porno
Fuck with me I'm put your 2-year-old
In a sleeper choke hold
Record you cryin' and let the
Engineer leak the vocal
Don't try to play me out
You can't play with my yo yo
I walk the dog, Waka Flocka sheep in SoHo
I shoulda said I heard
But I heard a sheep is so old
Dictionary schmictionary
What the fuck do you know?
Go ahead and group those
Sudo can find the loop holes
I pop off the cake when you
Break it just to say, "yeah I know"
Ruin your day like a Polish
Prayin' upon your new clothes
And a butter fresh motherfucker just
Called me butter fluke oh
So tighten your belt
And thin up on your suko
Cause I'm makin' the numbers now
Three three's in a row
Hennessey of trees, I'ma leave
But I'm relieved it just won't go
Getting blow jobs from an F5 in a tornado
Yeah, blow me down booties, no homo
I pop eyes like chicken thighs, no gumbo
So order me up a bucket, fuck it
With an extra biscuit in it
Then we gonna give it to
A heart attack clinic

(Catch me in the chevy bumpin' Yelawolf
And Prof they throw a rocket)

You're old, I'm new