Mastermind Yelawolf & DJ Paul

[Verse 1]
Look at my name up under the marquee
And throw up in your lap bitch
Still a renegade
Still up in the Chevrolet
Sippin 7 with the lemonade, bitch
I'm a moonwalker
Star lit like a car sits in the dark when you have parked it like a nude stalker
Catfish Billy
I'm the king of the lowlifes
Show up at the show with a bunch of rich folks like I'd like to have ran into a light pole right before they walked in
Car crashed and then bar dashed in a Hertz rental with a fat lip like Burt Reynolds moustache
We drink it up
Fuck that we drank it up then tear it down
Crank it up like a pro hound that's beat up and doo-doo brown
(Doo-doo brown?)
Yea doo-doo brown
Tell that fat bitch take a doo-doo now
Cause I got that shit
Yelawolf up in this motherfucker with voodoo now
I'm a mastermind

[Hook]
(Mastermind)
Everything I touch either gets hated or they receive it as
(Mastermind)
Everything I do either gets bit by these heathens or even it's ripped by the seams when I conceive it
(Mastermind)
Everything I touch either gets hated or they receive it as
(Mastermind)
My enemies grieve every time I speak in his mind like a priest in the sky I believe it I'm a
(Mastermind)