Yelawolf - Lemonade Freestyle lyrics

Roll down the window in the Chevy
And I listen to the critics but
They really wasn't sayin' shit
Buddy, I'm a gutter motherfucker
From an Alabama creek
You don't know who you're playin' with
They talk so much that I bet one
Of these pebbles under me get laryngitis
The wave is so contagious, so who gave it
Apparently I did
Put fish in the back of my boat
I'm a fisherman, I'mma reel 'em in, mackerel
I'mma give 'em ten minutes
Then put 'em back in the water
There, just to see 'em all float
And kinda like mixtapes in the back
Of my trunk, buddy, yeah, i got 'em all sold
An Alabama with an arm and hammer, swimmin'
In propaganda, I got 'em all, whoa
Promenade, country boy, get out of my
Way, gallon of sweet tea
A packet of lemonade
Smackin' a faggot, I crack a bat on
The pen and page, no homo, anyway
Any stage, rip it any way
The independent way, look
Have you seen his Js
Footwork, send 'em in a rage
Feelin' like a millionaire on minimum wage
Don't need a Mercedes to take your
Girl, my Chevy is sick, earl
I let her play with my mullet
While she sip syrup hold up
Alabama funk make you lose your teeth
Like a Mountain Dew soda
Some saltines wanna live in the box
But guess what, I'm the cracker who showed up
And we could take it to Dakota, small towns
We can take it over
Yeah, ten million rocks, bet it up
We can make it a boulder
A shadow's hangin' over your shoulders
And we about to roll that over
And when the bitch come flyin' down the hill
You better burn wheels like somebody told ya
Keys, goin' to grab 'em, Shit's Creek
Don't leave the paddle
Get a poncho for the rain
Of battles, go Tonto, go get the saddle
Cause, I been on my travels
Since Adam bit the apple
Feelin' like I got the biggest dick in the
World and I can't even fit a Magnum
My mama smokin' weed like a chim-i-ney
Call her Ma Marley like yeah mon
Yeah we got trees and a couple
Kegs if you wanna party
Right here mon, pop a trunk, Papa Doc
We know you don't give a fuck
You don't fear none) , hardest man alive