Yelawolf - Can it be lyrics

Yeah now Yelawolf is only getting funky
Ask Mommy I'm a fool come and laugh for me
Hit the fame wit' more soul than a sad junkie
This ol' cracker shit on
Rappers like bad plumming
It's overgrown but they couldn't hide
My path from me
I'm in the truck you you shoulda'
Seen the white trash coming fuck A Bitch
I'm trash honey Walking With My Hands Pointed
At her throat Like A Mad Mummy
Lap suckas' around the track
Mash Money bank wads and paint jobs
Could get the cash from me
Treat everybody like a wall to a
Crash dummy jesus I mean that's
A call to the last coming a cheetah
Was never seen this fast running
Like I do rap hunny can't you hear
The echo to the brass humming
I want it all I want the last
Something if there's something to be got
I want to get the got and leave
The rats nothing and if the GOD, gOT
GOT by the last monkey I'm
A gorilla the vanilla bean, that's hungry
Hungry enough to eat a burrito full of mayo
And glass clumsy when I'm drunk off
Off a glass of brass monkey giving up
Is like giving my dad money
I'm better off giving up
Cause I'll never see back the cash from em
Family values are a drag sunny
When you're from Alabama
Even grandma's lookin' for that fast money

Hello bootleg kev and yelawolf and we say
Howdy how you doing out there
Hello can it be that it was all so simple
I'm sorry or does anyone even fucking care

And im back like a fuckin fetus
Between the knees of a cheetah
Killed by the coathanger
My throat rangled i breath in this mic
Reachin for credit but im
Really reachin for cleavage
From the bitch of the rap game i want milk
I won't believe it if you say I
Don't deserve im worth it
Im worth adidas and gold chains and fedoras
And all that come for the reason
To be a part of the leaders
The preachers and money seekers
Thatll turn my project come into
A fuckin platinum leaker
Or gold at least come on i
Mean i'm not a golden retriever
But i receive the gold even if
I win by a needle
The people winnin i see em i
Got em im on their heel
With the tank and a militia with
A mission like Steven Siegel
Deceivin the sheeps illegal i need
The sheep to be smarter
Im a martyr but im not a creep you
Should know when you see the eagle
The script and the seven seagrams the
Sip and the shine is lethal
But a drunk bird in flights like
A baby drivin a regal
But maybe the babys fright and my
Flight is only a piece of
The story cause im not boring im
An entertainer to the people
In your brain like i thought, im the prince
To the Sheila cause Sheila's my momma
And this purple reign in my roof
Leaks to the bucket but
Fuck it all i fix roofs and i fix heaters
So i never stay cold for long
Im too strong im a
Two seater in a used beamer
With a corvette engine
On an empty street wit a
Nitrous tank but the night
Is blank and i got no high beams to see
But a high beam to me
Is a jim beam high hi bean how ya be 3-3-3