Whiskey In A Bottle [explicit] Lyrics - Yelawolf

Still on that ass like 

Handcuff's up in it like 

Hand-puppets makin' you holler 

You should've jumped in that impala homie 

Refrigerators never seen ice baby 

Not vanilla, not a reason that 

Yela make a flame grab a chinchilla 

Quite like the words I pulled up to 

Fuck guppies, I see food in a hush puppy 

So give me that king crap 

And I'll break a shell 

You seen that? 

Well fuck it, if he don't take it well 

So crack the top of that hot, shaking ale 

And say "free Young Struggle" who's not making bail 

He got popped by the feds 

Fuck the cops! Take a nail 

Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell 

I'll pull up to the gate 

And we'll skate on this country faggots 

And until then, fuck 'em, they can have it 

Slumerican means 

Slum American breed 

Gutter raised with worldwide dreams, yeah 

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Put your hands to the sky 

I'm a bullet in a barrel with a hair pin trigger now 

And I'mma landslide 

I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down 

Put your hands to the sky 

I'm a ready made party 

I'm whiskey in a bottle now 

Lalalalalalalalalaa 

I'm whiskey in a bottle now 

Still on that gas like 

The bottom of my signature shoe, 'Bama red 

I'm on that ass like Alabama did LSU 

You said "Oh lord" Bible Belt raised 

In your mouth like a cold sore 

Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and rode Chevy's 

My mama rolls joints 

Smoke rolls off with a timp 

Daddy's a rolling stone 

I'm rolling in shit with these pigs 

And the south side 

Who you rolling with in the sticks? 

With hair weawes and airstreams 

Cigarette stained walls 

Fuck, I can barely breathe 

Spittin' shutgun pellets 

Out of my fuckin' chili bowl. 

But am I a hill billy, no! 

I am the truth behind these fuckin' illusionist 

Yellin' redneck, you about as red as the color blue is 

Call me a redneck, and I just tatoo it 

Because of the abusin' I use it as therapy in music 

So. 

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Put your hands to the sky 

I'm a bullet in a barrel with a hair pin trigger now 

And I'mma landslide 

I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down 

Put your hands to the sky 

I'm a ready made party 

I'm whiskey in a bottle now 

Lalalalalalalalalaa 

I'm whiskey in a bottle now 

Still on that grass like 

John Deers this yard is already cut 

You can't get no work here, uh 

You fags started with swag, you was stealing 

It turns out I got no peers 

Just years of street smarts 

So here you go retards 

Come hit this bulls eye 

I'll give you three darts 

One, my last album flopped 

Two, it wasn't my time 

Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online 

(Lalalalalalalalalaa) 

But guess what? 

(I'm whiskey in a bottle now) 

Fuckin' right, I'm aged 

I'm dirty-3, I'm not a child who plays with crack to get a piece 

Don't clap, for no MC who's wack 

Then get a free slap 

Fuck out my car when I smashed in a Caprice 

I'm Jack sippin' still 

Whippin' wood wheels 

Truck on steriods 

Illegal to play ball 

But damn it how good it feels 

Drop that black card 

Park in the backyard 

Baby fire up the grill 

It's party time 

Put your hands to the sky 

I'm a bullet in a barrel with a hair pin trigger now 

And I'mma landslide 

I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down 

Put your hands to the sky 

I'm a ready made party 

I'm whiskey in a bottle now 

Lalalalalalalalalaa 

I'm whiskey in a bottle now