Whiskey in a Bottle Yelawolf

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Still on that ass like handcuffs
Up in ya like hand-puppets
Make a mute holla
You should've jumped in that Impala homie
Refrigerators never seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a breeze on the hill
Will make a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I built up to
Fuck guppies, I see food and I hush puppies
So give me that king crab
And I'll break its shell, you seen that?
Well fuck 'em if he don't take it well
So crack the top off that hot, shaking ale
And say "Free Young Struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
I'll pull up to the gate and we'll skate on these country faggot's
And until then, fuck 'em, they can have it
Slumerican means: Slum American breed
Gutter raised with world-wide dreams, yeah

[Hook]
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger now
Yeah, I'm a landslide
I'm a head case, trainwreck, avalanche comin' down
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party, I'm whiskey in a bottle now
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
I'm whiskey in a bottle now