Yelawolf - Send Em Over lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf - Send Em Over lyrics]
Bitch!
Send 'em on over send 'em on over
Send 'em on over
Send that bitch on over here
Put him on the spot, watch his ass drop
Put him on the spot, if he's really hot
Red rover, red rover, send that bitch on over
Clotheslining like project patio
Off the shoulders with his head
Alabama's own Jason in a hockey mask
I bit Mr big for the look
And nobody for the grabs
Ah ah che che, runnin through the madness
The Indian chief is back with
A grudge and a hatchet
A tobacco leaf and an antler pipe
I'm high and a savage
I slayed a thousand pilgrims
Off the boat before
They found a gun to blast with
Yelawolf is deeper, man
You lookin so sicker, man
Metaphors and hot lines cannot
Defeat the only champ
Do your research, hit me where it hurts
Pull up some more pictures, try
To burn my church, please
I need somebody to eat, I'm hungry
You got plenty of ammo
So try to come and chump me
Let's see, reality TV, Eminem wannabe
My switch from Creekwater my
Underground LP ha!
Loose your career like leaps loses years
I feel no persecution just
You embodying deers
My lines poetic, my crimes prophetic
Hell was on me
I fought the serpent with a spoon
And dug out his heart only
To burn it like heroine and
Inject it into the victims
Of my loneliness as a child
You phonies never seem struggle
It ain't the rhymes I kick
It's the life I spit
Behind the rock in the woods
While momma was acid trippin
These ballad sheets are soaked in pure bleach
I can't even see lines
Sometimes I fall asleep and wake up
To ten pages of rage uh, what did I do
I fucked you, you, you and you
Scoldin a can ass bulsky spittin chew
Like a redman should do, but you white, true
To the eyes I might be that
Sometimes I feel so black
That I go to the store and buy Paul Maybachs
Give em to my wife
I'm fucking with you herbs
I know my place, I'll never say the n-word
But, I'll spray your fender with gravel
Slangin from my chevy I'm gone
Read my license plate with the
Rocks and the chrome send 'em on over
Send 'em on over send 'em on over
Send that bitch on over here
Put him on the spot, watch his ass drop
Put him on the spot, if he's really hot
You don't wanna see Yelawolf not that day
Monday through Friday
Saturday through Sunday
Bitches get crushed quick hush your mouth
Or send your bitch-ass on over here, now
Fist full clinic, shorty fat
Alabama, pissin in a barrel of bees
There go Missy Elliott, splat!
Dollars off, splat!
Send 'em on over send 'em on over
Send 'em on over
Send that bitch on over here
Put him on the spot, watch his ass drop
Put him on the spot, if he's really hot
Red rover, red rover, send that bitch on over
Clotheslining like project patio
Off the shoulders with his head
Alabama's own Jason in a hockey mask
I bit Mr big for the look
And nobody for the grabs
Ah ah che che, runnin through the madness
The Indian chief is back with
A grudge and a hatchet
A tobacco leaf and an antler pipe
I'm high and a savage
I slayed a thousand pilgrims
Off the boat before
They found a gun to blast with
Yelawolf is deeper, man
You lookin so sicker, man
Metaphors and hot lines cannot
Defeat the only champ
Do your research, hit me where it hurts
Pull up some more pictures, try
To burn my church, please
I need somebody to eat, I'm hungry
You got plenty of ammo
So try to come and chump me
Let's see, reality TV, Eminem wannabe
My switch from Creekwater my
Underground LP ha!
Loose your career like leaps loses years
I feel no persecution just
You embodying deers
My lines poetic, my crimes prophetic
Hell was on me
I fought the serpent with a spoon
And dug out his heart only
To burn it like heroine and
Inject it into the victims
Of my loneliness as a child
You phonies never seem struggle
It ain't the rhymes I kick
It's the life I spit
Behind the rock in the woods
While momma was acid trippin
These ballad sheets are soaked in pure bleach
I can't even see lines
Sometimes I fall asleep and wake up
To ten pages of rage uh, what did I do
I fucked you, you, you and you
Scoldin a can ass bulsky spittin chew
Like a redman should do, but you white, true
To the eyes I might be that
Sometimes I feel so black
That I go to the store and buy Paul Maybachs
Give em to my wife
I'm fucking with you herbs
I know my place, I'll never say the n-word
But, I'll spray your fender with gravel
Slangin from my chevy I'm gone
Read my license plate with the
Rocks and the chrome send 'em on over
Send 'em on over send 'em on over
Send that bitch on over here
Put him on the spot, watch his ass drop
Put him on the spot, if he's really hot
You don't wanna see Yelawolf not that day
Monday through Friday
Saturday through Sunday
Bitches get crushed quick hush your mouth
Or send your bitch-ass on over here, now
Fist full clinic, shorty fat
Alabama, pissin in a barrel of bees
There go Missy Elliott, splat!
Dollars off, splat!