Bloody Sunday Freestyle Lyrics - Yelawolf

[Intro] 

Yelawolf 

Catfish Billy 

M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy, motherfucker 

Brian Jones 

[Verse] 

Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody 

Always been about it from the jump 

Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater 

Never been a punk 

Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an imitator 

Drop another hot potato son 

Take 'em back to feed my park 

With Baby D and the Kings of Crunk 

Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar 

Rest in Peace, Zoo, you ain't dead but to me you are 

Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I'm 

New South in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax 

Suit up, you gonna need a haz-mat 

Leaving these fuckers chewed up 

Like a muskrat in a backpack 

I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act black 

I'll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks 

Pull up your bra, quit spilling your guts 

You better cork your bo-ttle 

You feeling yourself, like jerking off to my-tunes 

You willing to bet, I'll make a splash like pot-holes 

After it rains, with your name just like a snot nose 

You'll be running, trying to escape what's coming 

But the exit's blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a woman 

There's only one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever 

As for the other white boy from Gadsden (Pst), whatever 

You're welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it 

Fuck around and I'll surround you like circumferences 

You build a house of hate around what I have brung to this 

Game, I'll make that place your home 

Like the Sons of Mumford did 

Lame, I'm all the way up, woke, turnt 

You think you flame, you all the way suck, choke, burnt 

Bitch I'm on fire like holiday nuts, holding firm 

You want the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn 

Hop in the backseat bitch, Hip-Hop is snoozing 

You could use an Uber, like a student pupil 

I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I'ma bruise your ego 

Abuse and move onto the hall, against the wall stupid 

Who's the man? Who's the tutor? 

Letters flying 'til the ghetto crying 

The police are saying now, "Who's the shooter?" 

Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a black rifle 

Ten toes down up like a light pole 

Middle finger up like a Black Rhino's horn 

I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a shit cyclone 

Never let bygones be bygones 

Rather I'll say, "See ya later, adios", bitch 

Rapping obese is just bygone 

Never thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy 

His videos all look alike, no wonder they can't see me 

Is this the guy that said he was the hottest white boy 

Since the one with dyed blonde hair? What the fuck 

Hold up, G—easy 

I can't let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just paddle by 

Don't know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky 

Marshall Mathers may have ignored you 

But if you want the smoke, bring the foil 

I'll boil you till the kettle's dry 

Have a nice day suave 

I'm a different breed, I'm a wolf, OK? 

Got so many styles I could be a wardrobe boy 

So little boy flows some O.J. poured in the glass 

With your buttermilk pancakes 

Mama's little helper, Daddy's little bae 

Put the bae bae kids in my Chevrolet 

Brought the pepper spray and a banana for AKs 

Bitch holler, "Mayday, mayday" 

Then take it to the bank, it's another payday 

Oh, you a baller? Well, take the ball and 

Let me here kick that shit Pelé 

The nerve of the shit they say, I'm permanently amazed 

And your whiskey sucks, fuckin' one sip 

I wanted to go straight back to AA 

Who else? I would diss Post Malone but he don't even rap 

Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just because 

Let's see if he answers back 

All that chain stitching from chill bill 

And the cowboy boots and hats 

Damn Posty, why can't we be friends? 

Our clothes already match 

Poser, biter, appropriation thief 

Give a fuck how many records you sold 

Every fan you made is a leaf off of my tree 

Boy you're my seed, another mullet in the gang 

With the teeth I see 

I just picked a bone with Post Malone 

And did it all on a B-side beat 

Dribble through the middle up 

Crossover on 'em like I'm in the NBA 

Look I don't really give a fuck 

Tell me what do I gotta lose anyway 

Still mobbin' in the pickup 

Throw a middle finger out the window when I wave 

Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK 

Beethoven is rolling over in his grave 

Cause I'm a conductor anaconda 

With the musical energy, electrical wave 

Prodigy of an anomaly, Shady 

Bumping daily something crazy, someone save me 

Nothing made me something baby 

No one's playing, fuck you pay me 

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[Outro] 

Trunk Muzik III 

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