Yelawolf, DJ Paul - Party Prophet lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf, DJ Paul - Party Prophet lyrics]
And I came into the house and I saw a party
And it was good and I walk upon it
A King of it and I saw that it was good
So I filled up my cup
Lord, I am the party prophet!
I am, the party prophet!
Bitch I'm leaning back in my skull cap
Picture me rolling inside
A jet-black spaceship
Sitting high like a white bitch's nose
Over Beverly Hills caught by
The Wolf's fragrance ya smell that Slum-
Merican arrogance in the air again
I'm carrying a drum
Waking up the dead like, Hello Mr jackson
Zippers in the red jacket
Who's bad? Mr black? gun!
Is it you, is it you, is it you, is it you?
Tell security we steppin up
In this motherfucker strapped
And he ain't bout to check none it's done
All hail to the crew Lord
I'm hotter than the blue steel
Of a Bruce sword
Swinging through clowns like butter
You talking goons you gonna need
Another room for us
Wolf pack rolling deep, no sleep
Rolling 'neath where they smoking on leaf
Till I can't see straight, till
I need a rebate, till I'm rolling my sleeves
Some of these motherfuckers are
Still in their pajamas
Alot of their mommas in
The parking lot hollering
"Now please, please
Give me my baby back in one piece!"
I send them back puzzled, what did I see
The party prophet, party prophet
The party prophet, party prophet
The party prophet, party prophet
The party prophet, Yelawolf is a party
The party prophet
Welcome to the church of Rock 'N Roll
Treat this grown ass party like I did school
I don't give not a single damn
And I didn't then too
Will Ferrell just put his nuts on
Your grandmother's favorite kitchen stool
Then I took all thirty two of that cold
Blue and I didn't leave shit for you
Pissed in the woods that I thought was a bush
If it ain't a bush fuck it that's cool
Drown her with a Jack D bottle drinking ass
Cuss her like a sailor ass
Catfish Billy looking silly with
The hillbilly hat
Stumbling through everybody trying to
Find a new shirt
Acting most ridiculous but really
I'm in your momams closet
Pushing through momos oh wait, yes you do
I'm the life of the party like voodoo
Here's life to an otherwise dead doll
So put the needle down in the
Motherfucker real deep in the heart
Can I get a, "Yes yes ya'll?" (Yes yes ya'll)
Pull up in a brand new Chevy I just
Bought and give you a pep talk
Jump up out the fishtail Cadillac
With a bottle of yac on
My back motherfucker get back
Gotta snub nose and a switchblade
That's a motherfucking fact but
Y'all already know that
Pack of cigarettes rolled up in my sleeve
With a blunt of Cali hanging at
The side of my mouth
I'm so intoxicated I kissed a bitch
And threw up in her mouth fuck that
I've got some more shit for her mouth
But that's later on when I'm bout to roll out
When I walked to the party
Red carpet rolled out
Walking slow motion blowing smoke in my mouth
You got molly? Damn right I got molly
And I got a bottle of that folly in the dolly
Can you please, excuse my swag
I don't mean to ruin the party
I'm a nigga that's naughty
Hanging with my nigga from another, Yelawolf
Step up in the club, whole club got took
Drink a metheglin, hundred bitches got took
(Got took)
Bang her till she yell like a wolf
(ah-woooooooh) then I jump back in the ride
Still got my condom on but
A nigga gotta slide
Cause her boyfriend just came with
Thirty niggas ready ride
Put a brother on the hoes
Holding up picket signs
And it was good and I walk upon it
A King of it and I saw that it was good
So I filled up my cup
Lord, I am the party prophet!
I am, the party prophet!
Bitch I'm leaning back in my skull cap
Picture me rolling inside
A jet-black spaceship
Sitting high like a white bitch's nose
Over Beverly Hills caught by
The Wolf's fragrance ya smell that Slum-
Merican arrogance in the air again
I'm carrying a drum
Waking up the dead like, Hello Mr jackson
Zippers in the red jacket
Who's bad? Mr black? gun!
Is it you, is it you, is it you, is it you?
Tell security we steppin up
In this motherfucker strapped
And he ain't bout to check none it's done
All hail to the crew Lord
I'm hotter than the blue steel
Of a Bruce sword
Swinging through clowns like butter
You talking goons you gonna need
Another room for us
Wolf pack rolling deep, no sleep
Rolling 'neath where they smoking on leaf
Till I can't see straight, till
I need a rebate, till I'm rolling my sleeves
Some of these motherfuckers are
Still in their pajamas
Alot of their mommas in
The parking lot hollering
"Now please, please
Give me my baby back in one piece!"
I send them back puzzled, what did I see
The party prophet, party prophet
The party prophet, party prophet
The party prophet, party prophet
The party prophet, Yelawolf is a party
The party prophet
Welcome to the church of Rock 'N Roll
Treat this grown ass party like I did school
I don't give not a single damn
And I didn't then too
Will Ferrell just put his nuts on
Your grandmother's favorite kitchen stool
Then I took all thirty two of that cold
Blue and I didn't leave shit for you
Pissed in the woods that I thought was a bush
If it ain't a bush fuck it that's cool
Drown her with a Jack D bottle drinking ass
Cuss her like a sailor ass
Catfish Billy looking silly with
The hillbilly hat
Stumbling through everybody trying to
Find a new shirt
Acting most ridiculous but really
I'm in your momams closet
Pushing through momos oh wait, yes you do
I'm the life of the party like voodoo
Here's life to an otherwise dead doll
So put the needle down in the
Motherfucker real deep in the heart
Can I get a, "Yes yes ya'll?" (Yes yes ya'll)
Pull up in a brand new Chevy I just
Bought and give you a pep talk
Jump up out the fishtail Cadillac
With a bottle of yac on
My back motherfucker get back
Gotta snub nose and a switchblade
That's a motherfucking fact but
Y'all already know that
Pack of cigarettes rolled up in my sleeve
With a blunt of Cali hanging at
The side of my mouth
I'm so intoxicated I kissed a bitch
And threw up in her mouth fuck that
I've got some more shit for her mouth
But that's later on when I'm bout to roll out
When I walked to the party
Red carpet rolled out
Walking slow motion blowing smoke in my mouth
You got molly? Damn right I got molly
And I got a bottle of that folly in the dolly
Can you please, excuse my swag
I don't mean to ruin the party
I'm a nigga that's naughty
Hanging with my nigga from another, Yelawolf
Step up in the club, whole club got took
Drink a metheglin, hundred bitches got took
(Got took)
Bang her till she yell like a wolf
(ah-woooooooh) then I jump back in the ride
Still got my condom on but
A nigga gotta slide
Cause her boyfriend just came with
Thirty niggas ready ride
Put a brother on the hoes
Holding up picket signs