Yelawolf - Go to Jail lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf - Go to Jail lyrics]
See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
If I don't make bail then I'll
See your ass in jail
The cops might catch me, but if they do
Fuck 'em
Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be
Damned if I don't touch him
See that dude? He's ready, huh?
Face lookin' like he got hit with the funk
You smell shit and can't spot it?
That's a habit hard to break 'til
You run into a dropkick
From the balcony like Chuck Norris
In a pair of Timbos and the
King sit's in the forest
Wolf, you just threw away your Rolex
You're wasting time
Cereal box MC's, keep wasting lines
Your cornballs get popped
Your captains get crunched
You might be frosted but you a Mini Wheat
Punk i'm bails of haystack
A whiteboy that'll hit the pump
You grab a AK
I'll drive a tank out the trunk
Be humble, the written word is upon to you
Earthquake the L Train shakes and
The rubble pumbles you
Some folks were born to rap
I was born to utter truth
Thou art with me, and your art stoop
See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
If I don't make bail then I'll
See your ass in jail
The cops might catch me, but if they do
Fuck 'em
Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be
Damned if I don't touch him
Rush 'em, leave 'em out like a bad pet
Take his money like Las Vegas in debt
That was a bad bet
Who told you to do that, damn it? Who?
When you get up, go right back to him
And tell him to come over here too
I'm a clique rusher, havin' sex with the flu
A sick fucker
With the winds with no chapstick
A lip buster
Where're your 24's now, SupaRich?
Up under my sister's double-wide
Trailer just for kicks i took the bricks
Put 'em under the axle of your new shit
Now you got a Flintstone's Crown Vic
Put me in cement shoes and
Throw me in the lake
Tie my hands behind my back
Duct tape my face
That wouldn't kill Yela Copperfield
I'm David Wayne
I got tricks up my sleeve like I got hoes
Trackin' over lane
Don't get hit with the stiff arm
Cadillac is runnin'
Put wannabe-gangsters on my grill like
Burgers on a Foreman
See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
If I don't make bail then I'll
See your ass in jail
The cops might catch me, but if they do
Fuck 'em
Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be
Damned if I don't touch him
If I don't make bail then I'll
See your ass in jail
The cops might catch me, but if they do
Fuck 'em
Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be
Damned if I don't touch him
See that dude? He's ready, huh?
Face lookin' like he got hit with the funk
You smell shit and can't spot it?
That's a habit hard to break 'til
You run into a dropkick
From the balcony like Chuck Norris
In a pair of Timbos and the
King sit's in the forest
Wolf, you just threw away your Rolex
You're wasting time
Cereal box MC's, keep wasting lines
Your cornballs get popped
Your captains get crunched
You might be frosted but you a Mini Wheat
Punk i'm bails of haystack
A whiteboy that'll hit the pump
You grab a AK
I'll drive a tank out the trunk
Be humble, the written word is upon to you
Earthquake the L Train shakes and
The rubble pumbles you
Some folks were born to rap
I was born to utter truth
Thou art with me, and your art stoop
See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
If I don't make bail then I'll
See your ass in jail
The cops might catch me, but if they do
Fuck 'em
Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be
Damned if I don't touch him
Rush 'em, leave 'em out like a bad pet
Take his money like Las Vegas in debt
That was a bad bet
Who told you to do that, damn it? Who?
When you get up, go right back to him
And tell him to come over here too
I'm a clique rusher, havin' sex with the flu
A sick fucker
With the winds with no chapstick
A lip buster
Where're your 24's now, SupaRich?
Up under my sister's double-wide
Trailer just for kicks i took the bricks
Put 'em under the axle of your new shit
Now you got a Flintstone's Crown Vic
Put me in cement shoes and
Throw me in the lake
Tie my hands behind my back
Duct tape my face
That wouldn't kill Yela Copperfield
I'm David Wayne
I got tricks up my sleeve like I got hoes
Trackin' over lane
Don't get hit with the stiff arm
Cadillac is runnin'
Put wannabe-gangsters on my grill like
Burgers on a Foreman
See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
If I don't make bail then I'll
See your ass in jail
The cops might catch me, but if they do
Fuck 'em
Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be
Damned if I don't touch him