Yelawolf, DJ Klever - Mountain Dew Mouth Freestyle lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf, DJ Klever - Mountain Dew Mouth Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah, Yelawolf catfish Billy!
DJ Klever, Brian Jones, uh!
Two bricks, through the window
Two hit, two crippled
Two fucks, not too given
I'm goin’ to get 'em
Or goin' to prison, woah
Dangerous mind of a 22-year-old me
Damn what a shame
But, I didn’t know the pizza man
I'm just lookin' for the cheese and
The bread for the culinary gang
Culinary gang
Fuck it and I let the mullet hang
I ain't got the budget to go cut it anyway
Wait, I forgot, I'm paid
Feels like yesterday when I hid in the shade
Now I live in a crib on the hill but
I still wake up like I never met Sway
Never opened up for Wu Tang, like Charlemagne
Tha God, got nobody left to hate, perfect
Dirty white boys like me from the South
Got plenty shit to talk about
Like a front porch with a couch
What, you ain't never heard
Of Mountain Dew Mouth? In West Virginia
They put that shit in baby bottles
Way I see it is, fuck it
If you want a retard kid
It's made to swallow
So put a bigger hole in a rubber nipple
'cause his little brother is soon to follow
Be a toothless coal miner just like daddy was
And die young way back in the hollow
I’m on some other shit, I’m on a mothership
Keep up with me, no, hoe don't, psych
Bitch get a grip been around this club
With bros and played all my hit's
Jump from stages to mosh pit's
And swung my fists
Opened up a show for Wiz Khalifa
And his fans all yelled at me, damn
Soon as I get back to ’Bama
I'ma tell my mama y'all heckled me (Perfect)
Motherfuckers ain't poppin’ no
Trunks tonight, huh
No, good to go, well fuck me
I'm comin' back to San Diego with
Danny Trejo with no machete
Food for thought, words must be edible
I gotta tapeworm, never full, ha
Mixtape worm, never coiled
Tangled and stuck, loose and pulled
Like a Reader's Digestive system
Twisted with a list of mystic raps I unfoil
Like a brisket hot, chopped, or liquid boiled
I'm fresh to death, like Egyptian oil
Go down god's child moses love
Way down in Egyptland and through war, I
Can fill up a void
My soul is implored, I'm feelin' it Lord
Through the will of my pen
To the end of my force, I carry the sword
Responsible for my own actions
Y'all better act like you know
I ain't no saint, I'm a sinner
But my guardian angel is close
A part of me anchors a ghost
But, I can't take back what I've done
You could say that I've hurt people's hope
I didn't do it for fun
All those people that doubted a bum
I found my joy in the sadness
Learnin' how not to care takes
Practice then becomes a habit
Yeah, becomes a habit
It's an art form to not givin' a fuck uh
Damn, back to what I do
Catfish Billy, baby hello how are you?
Devour nine rappers like a power line
Fell into a swimmin' pool
I think I got the whole crew, woo
Let me know what y'all wanna do
I bought a 30 pack of Creek Water baby boo
Not a ninety-nine
Not a ninety-nine point nine nine
Not mine, I got a 100 proof that loosie juice
Don't be choosey floozy, who you talkin' to?
Bitches actin' stupes
I'll just make that call to Gangsta Boo
(Perfect)
Yeah, then swerve the whip and curb the trick
And know this does not
Fit your perps description
Shall I shunder, no number, she was blundered
Me and Boo just robbed the bitch
Mafia, Slummafia mWA motherfucker
Still Shady ghetto fuckin' Cowboy
Yeah, Trunk Muzik I I I
DJ Klever, Brian Jones, uh!
Two bricks, through the window
Two hit, two crippled
Two fucks, not too given
I'm goin’ to get 'em
Or goin' to prison, woah
Dangerous mind of a 22-year-old me
Damn what a shame
But, I didn’t know the pizza man
I'm just lookin' for the cheese and
The bread for the culinary gang
Culinary gang
Fuck it and I let the mullet hang
I ain't got the budget to go cut it anyway
Wait, I forgot, I'm paid
Feels like yesterday when I hid in the shade
Now I live in a crib on the hill but
I still wake up like I never met Sway
Never opened up for Wu Tang, like Charlemagne
Tha God, got nobody left to hate, perfect
Dirty white boys like me from the South
Got plenty shit to talk about
Like a front porch with a couch
What, you ain't never heard
Of Mountain Dew Mouth? In West Virginia
They put that shit in baby bottles
Way I see it is, fuck it
If you want a retard kid
It's made to swallow
So put a bigger hole in a rubber nipple
'cause his little brother is soon to follow
Be a toothless coal miner just like daddy was
And die young way back in the hollow
I’m on some other shit, I’m on a mothership
Keep up with me, no, hoe don't, psych
Bitch get a grip been around this club
With bros and played all my hit's
Jump from stages to mosh pit's
And swung my fists
Opened up a show for Wiz Khalifa
And his fans all yelled at me, damn
Soon as I get back to ’Bama
I'ma tell my mama y'all heckled me (Perfect)
Motherfuckers ain't poppin’ no
Trunks tonight, huh
No, good to go, well fuck me
I'm comin' back to San Diego with
Danny Trejo with no machete
Food for thought, words must be edible
I gotta tapeworm, never full, ha
Mixtape worm, never coiled
Tangled and stuck, loose and pulled
Like a Reader's Digestive system
Twisted with a list of mystic raps I unfoil
Like a brisket hot, chopped, or liquid boiled
I'm fresh to death, like Egyptian oil
Go down god's child moses love
Way down in Egyptland and through war, I
Can fill up a void
My soul is implored, I'm feelin' it Lord
Through the will of my pen
To the end of my force, I carry the sword
Responsible for my own actions
Y'all better act like you know
I ain't no saint, I'm a sinner
But my guardian angel is close
A part of me anchors a ghost
But, I can't take back what I've done
You could say that I've hurt people's hope
I didn't do it for fun
All those people that doubted a bum
I found my joy in the sadness
Learnin' how not to care takes
Practice then becomes a habit
Yeah, becomes a habit
It's an art form to not givin' a fuck uh
Damn, back to what I do
Catfish Billy, baby hello how are you?
Devour nine rappers like a power line
Fell into a swimmin' pool
I think I got the whole crew, woo
Let me know what y'all wanna do
I bought a 30 pack of Creek Water baby boo
Not a ninety-nine
Not a ninety-nine point nine nine
Not mine, I got a 100 proof that loosie juice
Don't be choosey floozy, who you talkin' to?
Bitches actin' stupes
I'll just make that call to Gangsta Boo
(Perfect)
Yeah, then swerve the whip and curb the trick
And know this does not
Fit your perps description
Shall I shunder, no number, she was blundered
Me and Boo just robbed the bitch
Mafia, Slummafia mWA motherfucker
Still Shady ghetto fuckin' Cowboy
Yeah, Trunk Muzik I I I