Yelawolf - Piss'n In a Barrel of Bee'z lyrics

WOLF! (Yellow! Yellow! Yellow! -
WOLF pissin' in a barrel of beez
Yelawolf! Volume one wOLF let's set it
Aaaahoooooooooooouuuu!

Look at me! My belt buckle's unlatched
I'm holding my wee-wee, this way
Come watch my back I gotta pee-pee
Fuck 'em all I'll hold my balls
And urinate on the industry
Fuck 'em, I'm pissin' in a barrel of beez

Mamaaaa! Mama, look no hands
I dip my dick in a jar of honey
And I'm peein' in a bucket of fire ants
Wait, them ain't fire ants! Shit
Them bumble bees! But, I still won't budge
I don't give a motherfuck
If they crawled on my jungle weeds
I'm done with these, overrated, slow paced
Wanna-be motor bikes


You're tricycles, peddling hard
A bumble bee has one strike
Them soldiers slow your roll you're
Supposed to be in line
Twenty-fours never made a rapper spit hard
You can only get a buzz when you fly
Amazing, n' craving them flowers like women
Bouquets set a purple haze, Yelawolf I have
An MC pushing up daisies, grinning
Standing six feet, nothin'
And I drank a whole lake i gotta go real bad
And I got a belly ache
The great flood is back I'm attacking
The best of the best
Surround them with my sound
In this yellow sea of stress
Hurting, long waiting, hard writing
And shitty deals
And if that don't drown ya'
You'll hit the Chevrolet windshield splat!

Excuse me
Anybody seen a bathroom around here?
I've been holding this shit back for so long
That I'm dancing with my hand on
My balls like a queer here, here, I said it
Gotta let it go, gotta bigger head swollen
Headed to the lab with a Ding-Dong
Like a deep sea fishing pole, and
Throw my line in with the bait hook
Got a great white following my books
Shit that I wrote floats like a bobber
Sit back unappeared, unbothered
Jumping up when I see it bump
Just let the shark come near
Here fishy fishy! Here fishy fishy
Fishy fishy now swallow
This, piss, bitch rich in nutrients
Let it go in your party bowl
Sticks to your dips and chips
Licks, taste, great it'll make you live
Not dog a bite I'm Golga-white
With a bottle breaker
And then a keg of Heineken
Fight like an Irishman
Fight like a wolf I'm still growling
Marking my territory with my leg hiked
You know where to find him
Y-E-LA, W-O-L-F that spells the chief
Pissin' on, H-O T
B-E-A T that spells relief!

Oh my goodness, you've got motive
Chopped down
Like an overgrown bush with a weed eater
Wet up the spot, with me, Peter
Run up on that 808 kit, take a shit
Hike my paw paw, and drain 'me lizard
Wolf relieved himself on top of
The track with a three-liter
Did you like this song before we did it?
(Naw) Me neither!
Well pull out your Johnson motherfucker if
You got a twat then squat
Do it if you want to little
Mama if you got what's hot, then drop
But don't sit on the meat cleaver you
Can't clean up blood with a mop
I do my shit sober do you
Need some X when you rock?
Well here's a triple stack (HAUUUUUH) now pop
Hot rocks
Meteor damage putting holes in your Chevy top
I do not stop ceiling is damaged
Now you're really riding in a drop
You could ride or die, or
Die to ride a drumkick, and then get shot
Blew by the police by the hot
Shit security you are stopped
Hold up, freeze
Step out of my vehicle, rewind
This shit is pitiful must I get rid of you?
Must I piss on you?

Takes big balls! Watch out dog!
Missy Elliott, Dallas Austin
Mona Scott! UPN!
God damn MTV bET i'm coming!