Voodoo Child (freestyle) Lyrics - Yelawolf

Well, I'm a voodoo child 

Lord I'm a voodoo child 

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Tell me ouija board, who's peaking in my window again? 

Couldn't be Peter Pan cause he's got a fuckin' evil grin 

The ouija board's spelled out E V I L twin C A T F I S H 

Billy that's you again 

Fucking right I'm coming out to play, Michael you should bow and pray 

Look up to the sun and blind yourself cause I'm about the only one to relate 

To the Michael that you want to fight 

But it ain't really gonna pay off because that fucking outlaw inside you's gonna get ya either way 

Now be the porta-potty for the order 

Obviously your the sort of kind of warrior the border probably don't want to let through the door 

Cause all the commonal' is that you're poorer to the poor and overworked 

Bodies singing out the story they can all be proud of 

But the sound of power showers over louder speakers in the boring hip-hop court lobby. (Uh) 

I'm a super freak, Rick James bitch, you can do for me 

I take a 9 smoke ya man and drop him off with a lighter down on hookah street 

I'm everything you could be, make you MC read his elegy while I pull my zipper down behind a tree 

Man somebody died here, "Yela', you can pee?" Yep! 

I don't care bout a grave owner 

Hater I don't care if I don't pay when I enter places, if it's a million people waiting to enter 

Fuck a VIP I want to see a stage and listen to no roast 

Just a wave of a bunch of from the days and I blaze this place, me in the center 

I'm sicker than a hick up in the heat with syphilis and hepatitis 

They sucking on a pipe like (kid of lice?) plus survivors that can be identified 

It's probably better that you grab a sweater 

Better yet a leather jacket from a closet rack 

And maybe get a pack of antibiotics for the psychotic hi-fi phonics that I share 

Cause there's a catfish breathing air 

There's not two, there's not a there 

That's not a they, that's another year 

That's another ball park all together 

Frank got a fake gold No Limit's tank 

And a golden 45 pointed at the pitcher 

Motherfuckers wanna play a pickup game? 

Bones hit the strands 

I'm so on my own shit that I won't quit 

I'm so on my own out here that I can't quit 

If you quarrel leaving, paint it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood 

Fuck bodies bang this in your church 

You can sang with me it's free 

Styles I got piles, flows I got miles 

Show I got crowds, hoes I'm not proud 

Open your mouth, slow leaking out, love you a beer 

Towels on the floor, vowels on the floor 

Grounds on the floor, now you record? Loud as a boar 

Why would a boy look in the mirror? 

I say today is the day that I wake up and walk outside 

And the entire globe turns bright purple just by popping this little pill here, ya dig? 

I'm the reincarnate of a Vietnam vet. chasing a group through the jungle 

With a mind like a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm chewing on a twig 

My great great grand daddy fed me pepper and told me it was chocolate 

He must of known I need some spice in life, I was too big for this piece of shit town 

You try putting a dream inside a box, that box would implode 

Dilapidate, evaporate, desaturated with sound 

For the folks in the back of the broken Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking lot and rolling baggies 

Walking around the festival, then profiting off the these people yearning, burning 

For that LSD, for the lettuce head in me 

I give you most props if you grow crops 

Keep your tie-die and flip flops 

Yippee-ki-yay if you don't stop. (Don't stop) 

Photos 

And at the same time I'm right here in your picture frame 

Yeah! What did I say now 

Cause I'm a voodoo child 

Lord knows, I'm a voodoo child