Yelawolf - Get the Fuck Up lyrics

Though many have come
There will never be another one quite like
Yela

RAAH! Everybody get the fuck up!
RAAH! Everybody get the fuck up!
RAAH!

Daddy gonna pop that trunk
Yeah, battleship sunk
Throwing dirt clot chunks
Slingshot rocks, broke, no money lumps
Looking at the d-boys with the petty dunks
Slick, sit down, you ain't in the city, chump
Special K make the kitties come
Get ya some, get plenty guns
Move 'em out, ten toes down, pity none
Get ya' own dixie, won’t give a dog a bone
Sittin' on bigger chrome, yeah that's home
Bird fight, pit fight, what a good song
Looking at the world like "What I do wrong?"
Nothin' but a mailman truck comin
Back for the pick up
I'm the gift you can't get rid of
Recline on me homie, I'm a make you sit up
Get drunk, do it, stage lights are lit up
Scream like

RAAH! Everybody get the fuck up!
RAAH! Everybody get the fuck up!
RAAH!

Let the beat ride like that
Yeah, I'm a thunderbird never comin' back
Thunder in the trunk
Thunder in the dope sack
I serve 'em up, thunder in the dope raps
Boom! Big 'llacs in the tall grass
Sit with the tires flat
Real good price buddy, you should buy that
Blink and you might pass my town
Hole in the wall, king, my crown
Oh, but of all things my sound
Is pickin' up like a thirty mile long train
Slow climb up but such a long reign
So how did I become a pick of all names
What a fairy tale like Ichabod Crane
The headless horseman runnin' untamed like

RAAH! Everybody get the fuck up!
RAAH! Everybody get the fuck up!
RAAH!