Yelawolf, DJ Muggs - Wtf lyrics

You know
What the fuck
Yeah!

Ground zero, Mile Zero
Let me get this started
Like a Pinto sitting instrumental
Mentally charging
Pull up my astral music
No need for wires and a
Mic cord
Bouncing like mattresses stuck
Inside a moving
Truck, stumbling drunk, I talk
Took up and ran down a ravine
In a stream, I cr-cr-crawled in it wet, drip
Yeah, young boy drip
I do that shit for me like
Tattoos on the inner lip
Oh, go on, flex on 'em, Catfish
Carry heavy weight but sell you light
Like a fat bitch
Yeah, pick up the slab like a repo
Blow out your candles
Sell your light like Home Depot
Cover my body
Everything else is subject to chains
Still flipping styles up in Wal-Mart
I'm accustomed to change
Flipping, a hustler born into this frame
Given God's main mission
Manifestation of my brain's mission
Mind's eye
Cat before Fish because of nine lives
Fish 'cause I'm swimming too deep
I jump out the pond
Fly
Into the ocean, ocean of
Thoughts pouring in, Mom
Why
She curated this Slumerican like a bonsai
Trimming buds
From every leaf into the limb because
I'm a flower child, she got the green thumb
Position myself with the stars
And I'm unorthodox
I'm more than rock
Between the stars I'm in that Goldilocks
Between the stars I'm on that
Mothership with Elon, yeah
Be done
Sipping udon with Jimmy Neutron
Tripping on peyote with nothing
But my boots on
Yeah, nothing but my boots on
Looking down at y'all next to that blue pond

(Oh) I mean it
(What the fuck) I mean it
(Yeah) I mean it
(Oh) I mean it
(Slum!) I mean it

Yeah, whiskey all in my Lamberdoux
Pills in my system
This Vicodin's like a river too
Floatin' down the Chattahooch'
A thousand PBRs couldn't can
Like I can, chew
Spit aluminum U-
F-O's, extra-terrestr'al, we're criminals
Too
Literally a subliminal too, Petrol
Gasoline 'em for miles
I got a tank for dreamers
Fill up on Pro-7
Spiritual hippie window cleaners
Squeaky and you're good to go
If I'm rambling
Just take what you need, 'Have
A good day, fucker
Now hit the road'
Down the hatch
I'm pulling pins up out grenades
I ain't dropping battle raps
I'm more like wind up in the shade
A cool breeze in the winter when
You're soaking wet and freezing
No mercy for you suckers
Starting shit without a reason
That's a good buzz kicking
Smoking like bologna in the
Bar room kitchen, cigarette butt flicking
(oh)
Butt flicking
And it's up yours like a beer in the butt
Chicken
(oh)
Beer in the butt, chicken?
I cleaned the plate, it's too late
Go bus dishes

(Oh) I mean it
(What the fuck) I mean it
(Yeah) I mean it
(Oh) I mean it
(Slum!) I mean it

Hold up, I ain't fucking done