Yelawolf - Elvis Messy Freestyle lyrics

Yeah dJ Klever
Yelawolf mWA
Brian Jones on the beat biatch

Alright DJ come take the wheel
And I'll set this fucker off
Pull Catfish up out by the gills
That's how I would do your jaw
You don't want no problem here
Not the line you want to cross
Take the rapper over here
And I'll feed him to the dogs
Just because, just be cau-tious
Look at you like, "Nah cuz"
Mad cause we got bitches licking
Lips and throwing bras up
Got no time to talk, cuz
When I snap, it's all good
If I cut you down then
Best believe I'm throwing sawdust aw shucks
Aw fuck, I'm just playing, shut up
Fair warning not too subtle
I lay dormant but ooh brother
Got holy water like two puddles
And landslide the vampires are vandalized
With cans of Krylon damage and design
Sanitize the inner prize
The plan is amplified fans are f'n tired
By the need, provided me
Allowing me to open the
Show is over, no promoter
Locally and overseas
Would tell you different, I'm a timebomb
Tick, tick, tick, tick, I'm an icon
Slumerican tossed the barbarian off
The bar area plus the dyed hair blonde -
Bitch over there, got her hips in the air
And her tit's I'm aware, I'ma dip in a pair
I'ma lick on the set
That I'ma smash it, attack it
In the back till she's pissing the bed
Fist full of hair at your
Crib and a lawn chair
You got a visitor there
Face shot to the clear, she
Dropped on the legs, yeah
And I let her kiss on the head
Hold my beer, don't hold my breath
Hold my weight, showing flex
I'm so hard, diamonds envy 'round me
Look, I'm so cool, I got my own climate
Mountainous terrain to climb no
You fuckin' with the hustle, need a rope
You want the vintage turquoise, Navajo
I stained that shit from stage at every show
Brad Spit, Matthew Mcconaublaze
Hollywood meets Elvis Messy
Pull up in a beat-up Honda that I stole
To drunk drive cause I like Chevy's
Oh, here I go, no red carpet and no rope
Put me down there with my folk and
Let the Slum come strike a pose
I write my flows like a fighter
These are punches being thrown
To your nose, duck and jab
Leaving blood patterns on your clothes
I might be white Muhammed Ali
As-salamu alaykum, here for the feast
But, I couldn't be a Muslim
That could never be
Cause, I'm still pissin' in a
Barrel full of beez like a chair for a bear
I'ma need a bigger seat
To sit cross legged, I swear I'm a Chief
Here y'all hoes staring at me
Better mourn the cow, bury the beef
I clip your wings like there's
No air beneath a parakeet
Give you some rings around your eyes
Like I said marry me
Get to the bottom of it like Titanic
Very deep make you a model puppet
Like Jim Henson every week
Sesame Street, yes sir Big Bird
Leave 'em black and yellow like
I live in Pittsburgh
Shit turds, with quick words
Throw bricks of wit, this pick is yours
All my fans, they pump the fist, get lit
And flip the bird all my jams
They bump and kick and I just stick the words
Like a tube of super glue
Does for model aeroplanes
If the music chooses you
Add the wheels and glue the wings
Then the paint, then the strings
Then from the ceiling it will hang
Collect them all, don't let 'em fall
Until the critics come and frame
You working pictures then you switch up
And you work on model trains
Just to keep 'em in suspicion like a pro
That's why I changed
So to all the people who
Supported me throughout the game
Over the years
I hope you like watching me grow
Yeah, Michael Wayne, Michael Wayne

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