Mud Mouth Yelawolf

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I feel the breeze comin' in
I smell the smoke on the pen
That country boy killin' these motherfuckers
Pullin' up in the box, I'm around the bend
Stick in his pocket like trap rappers
Here for the meal, bitch, I brought a bowl
Carry the weight like I'm haulin' oats
Got 'em clearin' they throat like they caught a cold
Who's that motherfucker Billy?
With Kid Rock and crew, hung out in Harlem
Who would cosign this white boy?
Jimmy Iovine saw the stardom
Fed with a long handled spoon
Got an attitude, yeah, I'm a problem
Got a chip on the shoulder 'cause I'm from 'Bama
Alabama boys ain't about caution
My destiny ain't second-guessin'
Ain't gonna filter expression
They hit me with stereotypes
I decline, I ain't gonna answer the questions

[Refrain]
I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
For the honkies in trucks and the kids
Just a product of southern environment
Mason jar full of shine, I'ma twist the lid