W.O.W. (With Out Warning) PRhyme (Ft. Yelawolf)

[Chorus]
"Put the rap game on a crutch"
"Blow the spot without warning"
"You get no chance to back down"
"Put the rap game on a crutch"
"Blow the spot without warning"
"You get no chance to back down"

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Hop off my Harley Davidson lookin' like I just got hit with a cool stick
Cherry red boots, cigarette lit and aggravated
How come it's to this dirt road, moonshine trailer trash trooper
Everyday's a party, happy belated
If you smokin' marijuana with your mama at 12
Then we either related or related in jail
Street thangs, stealin' Hondas for them Asian gangs
Hopefully Yao Ming's little sister would give me brains
That's street cred for the uncredible nobodies
And my Bon Jovi look-alike bitch has so got it
Loud it, Catfish Billy, get stoked shawty
And I shined up the bowties up that box body
And Alabama knows it, travel the world with my slangs
Some of them don't get the slang but Alabama knows it
I'm sweaty funk, humidity punks
Fish hook in the hat, dirty Louisville bat
Lips chapped, I'm country hard