Yelawolf, DJ Klever - Skallywag Freestyle lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf, DJ Klever - Skallywag Freestyle lyrics]
It looks like baldhead Skallywag
Maybe that
Baldhead Skallywag, talking this and that
You may have an allergic reaction
Shut up bitch
You may have an allergic reaction, hello
Or just plain crazy, hello plain crazy, yeah
5150, look, huh?
Ain't nothing wrong with me
Except for maybe my ambition
If I'm crazy for dreaming that I
Fell down from a long tree
Hit every limb on the way
Down and bumped my noggin'
A hollow head, my mama said
Is someone knocking?
That's why keepin' me from winnin'
Is a major job
Because I wish a motherfucker would
I pray to God
Yelawolf, and I'm an egg in the frying pan
Couple loose screws on the hub cap tires and
Possibly my papa see, he got the T, the H
The C he got that private property
He dropped the C
The crop PV to got to me, to pipe the weed
Where did it lead? It led me down, it led
Me up, to LSD illogically, yeah
White boys all over the
World getting buck cause
They know just what I'm talkin' bout
Black boys all over the
World getting buck cause
They know just what I'm talkin' bout
Brown boy, yellow boy, whatever the hell boy
Follow my trail, they lost the route
So many mofo's running with the mojo
That I could've made a show like Austin Pow -
-wers with words, I'm cold, blizzard McFlurry
No wand, no cloak, Wizard, yes sir, certainly
My box goes 'round the curb real slow
No hurry
Then out my window goes the gun for purging
Look, look like deers in a cage so
Jesus take the wheel, you steer, I'll slay
Then we'll go get a couple cold beers
What you say? And he handed me a solid
Gold draco engraved and pop, pop, pop, pop
I just drop 4 cops that mob
With the Ku Klux Klan
He said, "that's why I say hey man nice shot
That's a nice shot man!"
Blood drops on an undercover white van
Laid down by the hand of a white man
Damn, and I sleep like a baby
With the gold draco layin' on the nightstand
Watching too much Killer Mike (Love)
Sometimes it sucks to be human (Hate it)
Sometimes it sucks to be white (Love)
Dealing with these institutions (Hate it)
Thank God I had mixed children (Love)
That is my contribution (Hate it)
Without them, I probably would snap (Love)
But, I'll just choose the music
Suited, booted, I'm ready Eddy
I'll use my noodle like mom's spaghetti
The truth is brutal, it's hard and heavy
But the truth is useful, them lies are deadly
So keepin' it real is not slang
It's a must have, gotta live thang
To some of y'all, it's just a new game
Like a muskrat with a shoestring
Toys, now that's what graffiti writers
Used to call lames
I used to be a graffiti writer
So I know how to scale and bomb trains
Noise, now that's what my Uncle
Used to call Hip-Hop
90% of the time when I listen to new shit
I say the same thing
Choice, either you gotta make one or
They'll make one up for you be an original
Not a percentage of a dying
Trend just to make bank
Poise, position of power is a blessing
But can be a curse
Be the worth of your soul
Not the worth of your pocket and purse
Now let's get this bitch crank
I just shook y'all motherfuckers
Black truck, masked up, 10 deep, no sleep
Robbing the house on the hillllllllll
I came up with crooks and
Took that risk to top boy, I'm that real
Maybe that
Baldhead Skallywag, talking this and that
You may have an allergic reaction
Shut up bitch
You may have an allergic reaction, hello
Or just plain crazy, hello plain crazy, yeah
5150, look, huh?
Ain't nothing wrong with me
Except for maybe my ambition
If I'm crazy for dreaming that I
Fell down from a long tree
Hit every limb on the way
Down and bumped my noggin'
A hollow head, my mama said
Is someone knocking?
That's why keepin' me from winnin'
Is a major job
Because I wish a motherfucker would
I pray to God
Yelawolf, and I'm an egg in the frying pan
Couple loose screws on the hub cap tires and
Possibly my papa see, he got the T, the H
The C he got that private property
He dropped the C
The crop PV to got to me, to pipe the weed
Where did it lead? It led me down, it led
Me up, to LSD illogically, yeah
White boys all over the
World getting buck cause
They know just what I'm talkin' bout
Black boys all over the
World getting buck cause
They know just what I'm talkin' bout
Brown boy, yellow boy, whatever the hell boy
Follow my trail, they lost the route
So many mofo's running with the mojo
That I could've made a show like Austin Pow -
-wers with words, I'm cold, blizzard McFlurry
No wand, no cloak, Wizard, yes sir, certainly
My box goes 'round the curb real slow
No hurry
Then out my window goes the gun for purging
Look, look like deers in a cage so
Jesus take the wheel, you steer, I'll slay
Then we'll go get a couple cold beers
What you say? And he handed me a solid
Gold draco engraved and pop, pop, pop, pop
I just drop 4 cops that mob
With the Ku Klux Klan
He said, "that's why I say hey man nice shot
That's a nice shot man!"
Blood drops on an undercover white van
Laid down by the hand of a white man
Damn, and I sleep like a baby
With the gold draco layin' on the nightstand
Watching too much Killer Mike (Love)
Sometimes it sucks to be human (Hate it)
Sometimes it sucks to be white (Love)
Dealing with these institutions (Hate it)
Thank God I had mixed children (Love)
That is my contribution (Hate it)
Without them, I probably would snap (Love)
But, I'll just choose the music
Suited, booted, I'm ready Eddy
I'll use my noodle like mom's spaghetti
The truth is brutal, it's hard and heavy
But the truth is useful, them lies are deadly
So keepin' it real is not slang
It's a must have, gotta live thang
To some of y'all, it's just a new game
Like a muskrat with a shoestring
Toys, now that's what graffiti writers
Used to call lames
I used to be a graffiti writer
So I know how to scale and bomb trains
Noise, now that's what my Uncle
Used to call Hip-Hop
90% of the time when I listen to new shit
I say the same thing
Choice, either you gotta make one or
They'll make one up for you be an original
Not a percentage of a dying
Trend just to make bank
Poise, position of power is a blessing
But can be a curse
Be the worth of your soul
Not the worth of your pocket and purse
Now let's get this bitch crank
I just shook y'all motherfuckers
Black truck, masked up, 10 deep, no sleep
Robbing the house on the hillllllllll
I came up with crooks and
Took that risk to top boy, I'm that real