Get Away Lyrics - Mystikal

Yeah, hell of a day to load a twenty two and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night 

And break a bottle with the bullet, yes I'm 'bout it motherfucker 

Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots 

I'm liable just to take a Chevrolet and run it through the mud for giggles 

Huh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper 

That could tell story like my uncle when he's drinking 

Product of a working enviro-nment, fuck is y'all thinking? 

Meaning I'm working-working harder than any artist can ever do it simply 

'cause I'm made that way 

I build a house around your ass before you could realize, 

That you were in the neighborhood that Yelawolf made 

So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it, tell 'em I'm an Alabama wanna-be, 

I be that, I'll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb on you from a motherfucking beanbag, 

I need that 

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Get away 

Tell my folks roll up the J's 

Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on the roofs of the broken Chevrolet 

Talk til there's nothing left to say, cause if I don't get away 

People will see my trailer park getaway, feign you will have to get away from me 

Drink some, smoke some 

You won't have to get away from me 

Load up the guns, load up the guns 

Feign you will have to get away from me 

Drink some, smoke some 

Cause if I don't get away 

People will see my trailer park getaway, feigns you gon' have to get away from me 

Man, I done been through it all 

I'd a been up and know what it is to fall 

Punk police feeling all on my balls 

When I have probable 'cause I never stand tall 

Dog, you gotta do something Fatt 

Who would roll with Wolf, why you come back? 

Cause them up there, don't want to play fair 

Got me pinned to the wall like a fucking thumbtack 

Dumb Fatt, dumb hell, criticize a nigga for the Crack I sell? 

Like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well 

Or eat at all, want to see me fall 

Cause I see them all dog, them lines 

Only cause I got Catfish on my side 

Bitch I'm headed up, up to the sky 

Roll up, let's get high 

Wavin' them bye, I need that 

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Twenty plus twenty still spittin' 'em out 

Still piss on your porch and still shit in your house 

They put my dick in your mouth 

Take it back out, put it back in 

Fuck on the floor, skeet on the couch 

Which one of you ugly muthafuckers think you thug enough or rugg enough 

Or gutter enough, fast enough to keep up wit' me 

The most retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world 

Ain't stupid or dumb enough to fuck with me 

If you in say you in, and if you is handle your mutherfuckin' business 

Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up. What we gonna do? Win! 

Not a nan' 'nother nigga outta there can compare 

To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales 

In these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairs 

I need that 

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