[Intro: Yelawolf]
And I came into the house
And I saw a party
And it was good
And I walk upon it
A King of it
And I saw that it was good
So I filled up my cup
Lord, I am the party prophet!
I am, the party prophet!
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Bitch I'm leaning back in my skull cap
Picture me rolling inside a jet-black spaceship
Sitting high like a white bitch's nose
Over Beverly Hills caught by the Wolf's fragrance
Ya smell that Slum-
Merican arrogance in the air again I'm carrying a drum
Waking up the dead like, Hello Mr. Jackson
Zippers in the red jacket, who's bad? Mr. black? gun!
Is it you, is it you, is it you, is it you?
Tell security we steppin up in this motherfucker strapped
And he ain't bout to check none it's done
All hail to the crew Lord
I'm hotter than the blue steel of a Bruce sword
Swinging through clowns like butter
You talking goons you gonna need another room for us
Wolf-pack rolling deep, no sleep, rolling 'neath where they smoking on leaf
Till I can't see straight, till I need a rebate, till I'm rolling my sleeves
Some of these motherfuckers are still in their pajamas
Alot of their mommas in the parking lot hollering
"Now please please, give me my baby back in one piece!"
I send them back puzzled, what did I see
And I came into the house
And I saw a party
And it was good
And I walk upon it
A King of it
And I saw that it was good
So I filled up my cup
Lord, I am the party prophet!
I am, the party prophet!
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Bitch I'm leaning back in my skull cap
Picture me rolling inside a jet-black spaceship
Sitting high like a white bitch's nose
Over Beverly Hills caught by the Wolf's fragrance
Ya smell that Slum-
Merican arrogance in the air again I'm carrying a drum
Waking up the dead like, Hello Mr. Jackson
Zippers in the red jacket, who's bad? Mr. black? gun!
Is it you, is it you, is it you, is it you?
Tell security we steppin up in this motherfucker strapped
And he ain't bout to check none it's done
All hail to the crew Lord
I'm hotter than the blue steel of a Bruce sword
Swinging through clowns like butter
You talking goons you gonna need another room for us
Wolf-pack rolling deep, no sleep, rolling 'neath where they smoking on leaf
Till I can't see straight, till I need a rebate, till I'm rolling my sleeves
Some of these motherfuckers are still in their pajamas
Alot of their mommas in the parking lot hollering
"Now please please, give me my baby back in one piece!"
I send them back puzzled, what did I see
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