Yelawolf, Kid Rock - Get Mine lyrics

Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine

I'm a motherfucking boondock killer
Mossberg filler
King of the drop, they'll never be much iller
Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet
Sitting up like Grave Digger
Roll over your Mercedes
And I rock, man, I'm a firestarter
Two handles of brown and a
Half a gallon of firewater
Tell the police they can keep knocking
We're doing
Illegal shit go to the window, bitch
Keep watching chopping on that 808
Ride by your house and make
The window shake and the beat so hard
Make the tempo break
And the next door neighbor
Wanna relocate - uh
You can hear me across the county
Line, bagging up dimes of rhymes
And I'm moving 20 P's at a time
Black sheep, son of a landmine
The caboose is loose
The train track's unattached and I –

Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine

Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ
(scratches "Go DJ!")

So motherfucking outta tune hit
Don't tell me to turn up trap or tune in!
And because no new bitch to do
It's the same bitch and you
Just bought her new tit's
And I don't give two fucks
About you're two sips
Wouldn't give you two dogs to give two shit's
Black sheep son of a land mine
The caboose is loose
The train track's unattached and I –

Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine

Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway
Rock this motherfucking like three
The hard way
Bones, Klever, shotgun, stage killa
Su, Wu Tang riding gorilla
Open the doors to the venue
And let the slums in
Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip
The south is in it, deep in it with bump
Be funky, the tree trunk gon' speed bump
Another round and the cops might
Have to hold me down
If you don’t know me you’ll know
Me after I hit the ground
Rittz filling my cup up until
I get the ground
Pack this bitch to the ceiling and
Kill 'em and Billy now
Made a career drinking beer
Anarchy and wanted
My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose
The train track's unattached and I –

Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine