[Intro: Yelawolf]
That Walnut Park shit
That Billy Crystal meth shit
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Scotch paper, plaid pattern on the present box
Quarter-pounder swag, bud, post office dropped
No creases, this motherfucker, he wrap great
Hell if I know how to open up this tape
Threw the seatbelt across that duffle and kept mine unbuckled
Care more about the pack than I do keepin' outta trouble
I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles
Freon inside of this plastic bag, it'll make me chuckle
Huntеr S. Thompson, mobbin', with a green plastic shade
Over my visor, watchin' thesе cops inside of that purple Datsun
Keep the door locked, man, they can keep knockin'
I got a briefcase full of cash and a paper bag full of oxycontin
Light up a rollie and I drop a deuce
I cock a twenty-two, I'm the trailer park 2Pac off of "Juice"
Plus I got Memphis blood, don't knock the blue suede shoes
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say who? (Mafia)
Them hot boys are on the clock, I'm with it
Hot like the swine up out my mama's skillet
Hot like the sauna sealed with caulk and locked inside
You sealed your fate, I'm killin'
Breed like you lost your children
Sting like a cut against a salted rim and
You're lookin' throwed like a margarita, it's hard to read ya
I'm drunk as uncles get, sippin' that barley by the liter
Smokin' so hard, don't even dry the weed up
Soldier by any means, so many stripes that I don't buy Adidas
That Walnut Park shit
That Billy Crystal meth shit
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Scotch paper, plaid pattern on the present box
Quarter-pounder swag, bud, post office dropped
No creases, this motherfucker, he wrap great
Hell if I know how to open up this tape
Threw the seatbelt across that duffle and kept mine unbuckled
Care more about the pack than I do keepin' outta trouble
I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles
Freon inside of this plastic bag, it'll make me chuckle
Huntеr S. Thompson, mobbin', with a green plastic shade
Over my visor, watchin' thesе cops inside of that purple Datsun
Keep the door locked, man, they can keep knockin'
I got a briefcase full of cash and a paper bag full of oxycontin
Light up a rollie and I drop a deuce
I cock a twenty-two, I'm the trailer park 2Pac off of "Juice"
Plus I got Memphis blood, don't knock the blue suede shoes
I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say who? (Mafia)
Them hot boys are on the clock, I'm with it
Hot like the swine up out my mama's skillet
Hot like the sauna sealed with caulk and locked inside
You sealed your fate, I'm killin'
Breed like you lost your children
Sting like a cut against a salted rim and
You're lookin' throwed like a margarita, it's hard to read ya
I'm drunk as uncles get, sippin' that barley by the liter
Smokin' so hard, don't even dry the weed up
Soldier by any means, so many stripes that I don't buy Adidas
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