Down Lyrics - Yelawolf

These donuts are delicious... son of a bitch! We got a 1094 on Hines Road 

Requesting backup 

Repeat, 1094 on Hines Road heading southbound 

I'm in pursuit! 

Pick up, pick up, daddy's in the pickup 

Got so much bounce the kick drum givin' the hiccups 

You don't want it with me, sucker, just look up 

Beer flyin' in this mothafucka like bird shit 

Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, bitch 

Crook as a picture on Sunday 

My maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai 

Chevy's up, we got low lives and bow ties 

Up shit's creek, I'll take you for a boat ride 

Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips 

Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll Tide 

You're playin' golf in lightning, so am I 

Dressed in a tin man suit 

Drinkin' a tin can too, that is 110 proof 

Man if I only had a heart for you bitches 

I'd get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches 

But mama only raised Hell 

So when you're done diggin' that ditch, bitch, bury yourself 

Pass me that Colt 45 

I'm partyin' 'til my fuckin' throat sore and dry 

I'm goin' down 

Aww man you gotta love it 

I'm on my way 

Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin' 

"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy" 

I'm country rich, no budget 

Got to get paid 

Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin' 

"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy" 

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You drivin' drunk, better lift your seat up 

Cause cops pull us over just to fuckin' meet us 

Cause Marshall's a Rap God, damn right 

Well I guess that makes me Jesus 

So turn this water to whiskey 

Watch the dirty south go from dirty to filthy 

High class only means stoned in school 

Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool 

Smoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal's brown 

So what I got spokes on this bitch, and? 

The lift kicks like climbin' into a spaceship 

UFO's, unidentified flyin' Oldsmobiles 

And mobile homes, amen 

I can still smell the kerosene leakin' 

I should've seen the signs, I was blowin' up 

Either in a trailer home or a pickup 

Hey, Bubba, your baby boy is in big trouble 

I fuckin' ran through a briar patch and got cut up 

Now I'm wide open in front of the whole town 

I bled for the game, I guess it's obvious now 

I'm goin' down now, he told me wear it with pride 

You wanna take the hard road you gotta cherish the ride 

Most mothafuckas won't jump to embarrass the fly 

Can't build a legacy up, then let it perish and die 

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