Yelawolf - Primus Freestyle lyrics

(Catfish) hi kids! (Come out and play)
Do you like Primus? (Catfish)

I was gonna do one of
Those kind of freestyles
You know the jack for beat shit
Practical rapper's speed dial
Automatic attention
And sniff out an MP3 file, murder it
Throw a dead body at your feet and say
" See how?" but then I thought
Hey what the fuck is the use?
I got drunk and listened to Primus
Then took it into the stu
I looped it up for a
Minute then grabbed the pen
And began and these menacing mental
Sentences started syllable groups
That’s over the top, I’m too explanatory
But my catalog of music is well, mandatory
Wanna appreciate what I made


On that Love Story?
Look at my history and the
History of recording because

I popped out the wood like a pine cone
Dropped in that Alabama time zone
Popped the shotgun then a microphone
Oops, pop the trunk, now your mind's blown

To understand who I was before Hip-Hop
You gotta picture this little bitty ass idiot
Running ‘round with a hideous
Group of sinning, oblivious
Hicks smokin’ a roach and then
Sniffing gas out of Hemis with garden hoses
Poking holes into my old jeans
One of those nightmarish, impossible teens
But, I was a young prophet to be seen
Listenin' to some Skynyrd, then
Ozzy, then Billie Jean, hmm
Somebody should have seen my great escape
Cause, I went from pressing my troubles
To pressing play on a tape
My appetite for destruction was pushing
Me to my fate and then The Beastie Boys put
Me up on that 808

It's over with, I'm a vocalist
I can fucking see it
Two thousand people in front of
Me singing what I'm singing
This redneck, slum shit
Mixed with this shit's amazing
What a concept, but my name is Mud

Damn right mister Claypool
I couldn't have said it better
You're like an angel
I'm not as accepted as I expected
Through my perspective in front of the sexes
And I didn't get elected
Like Charlamagne Tha God fuckin' hates me
Man, wish I felt accomplished by
Having such a prestigious
Over achieving genius like Charlamagne
To complain about me
Why can't somebody whose really
Done something doubt me?
That's hard luck, fuck it
I'm used to kickin' buckets
I'm used to pickin' up sticks
For the general public
I don't know how being white
Is such a sensitive subject
It ain't like I'm the kind of
White like a Jimmy Buffet
Or mother fuckin' geek
Undeserving of credibility
I'm realer than most of these rappers
Ever was or will it be's
I don't sell dope and I don't ask why
I don't pin, fuck quotes
And I don't sell lies

Yelawolf, man he changes, man he's so weird
He went from wearing a mohawk
To fuckin' rocking a beard, in a year
And now he's over that, what is he gonna do?
And I saw him on Instagram and
He's rockin' some cowboy boots?

I feel great, you should get a pair
My DJ's got a pair of rattlesnake skin boots
He's outta here
We like being not like you, that's the point
Besides I look amazing, Baby, roll me a joint
And I don't even smoke no more
I just feel like Willie Nelson
More than I have before
So turn the music up a
Mother fuckin' tad bit more
And prepare yourself for another
Shady smash of course i ain't one of these
Artists, clearly that stickin'
They never change i love opening doors
Exploring parts of my brain
Reflected externally through my clothes
Views and style
And it takes a hell of heart to
Do it in front of a crowd
Pardon me while I start a
New chapter inside my book
It's a feeling of pure enjoyment
To sing you another hook
To look on your face when you hear it
The shit that I created
It's amazing and I can feel it
Believe it I can relate, but

Don't be a hater on the fucking clock
Trimmin' fat takes time, just wait, watch
These rappers really think they
Got shit locked but they gonna know about me
When my album drops love Story

I’ll give it to you motherfuckers
When daddy comes home