Текст Yelawolf – Mtn Dew Mouth Freestyle

Yeah, Yelawolf
Catfish Billy!
DJ Klever, Brian Jones, uh!
Two bricks, through the window

Dangerous mind of a 22-year-old me
Damn what a shame
But I didn’t know the pizza man
I’m just looking for the cheese and the bread for the culinary gang
Culinary gang, fuck it and I let the mullet hang
I ain’t got the budget to go and cut it anyway
Wait, I forgot, I’m paid
Feels like yesterday when I hid in the shade
Now I live in a crib on the hill but I still wake up like I never met Sway
Never opened up for Wu-Tang, like Charlemagne Tha God — got nobody left to hate, perfect
Dirty white boys like me from the South got plenty shit to talk about
Like a front porch with a couch
What, you ain’t never heard of Mountain Dew Mouth?
In West Virginia, they put that shit in baby bottles
Way I see it is, fuck it if you want a retard kid, it’s made to swallow
So put a bigger hole in a rubber nipple, ’cause his little brother is soon to follow
Be a toothless coal miner just like daddy was and die young we’re back in the hollow
I’m on some other shit, I’m on a mothership
Keep up with me, no, hoe don’t type, bitch get a grip
Been around this club
With pros and played all my hits
Jump from stages to moshpits and swung my fists

Go down
God’s child
Moses
Love
Way down in Egypt land
And through war, I

Can fill up a void
My soul is implored, I’m feeling it Lord
Through the will of my pen
To the end of my force, I carry the sword
Responsible for my own actions
Y’all better act like you know
I ain’t no saint, I’m a sinner
But my guardian angel is close
A part of me anchors a ghost
But I can’t take back what I’ve done
You could say that I’ve hurt people’s hope
I didn’t do it for fun
All those people that doubted a bum
I found my joy in the sadness
Learning how no to care takes practice and becomes a habit

Yeah, becomes a habit
It’s an art form to not giving a fuck
Aw

Damn, back to what I do
Catfish Billy, baby hello how are you?
Devour nine rappers like a pair of lions fell into a swimming pool
I think I got the whole crew, boo
Let me know what y’all wanna do
I bought a 30 pack of Creek Water baby boo
99 99.99, not mine, I got a 100 proof that loosie juice
Don’t be choosey floozy, who you talkin’ to
Bitches actin’ stupes, I’ll just make that call to Gangsta Boo (perfect)
Yeah, then swerve the whip and curb the trick
And know this does not picture perfect scripts
Shall I shunder, no number, she was blundered
Me and Boo just robbed the bitch

Mafia, Slumafia
MWA motherfucker
Still Shady
Ghetto fuckin’ Cowboy
Yeah, Trunk Muzik III