Alabama Song Freestyle Yelawolf

[Bridge]
Billy's in the backseak drunk hangin' out of that
Window of a rusty dump
Cigarette butts in the floorboard, honey
And another 30 pack in the trunk

[Verse 1]
And I'm covered in tattoos
Step in this pocket, my number two pencils and shoes
Fruit of the fuckin' loom, boa constrictor boots
Mow up your fuckin' lawn with an '82 vehicle
Put premium gas in a medium glass
Chug it, spit fire, then laugh at a helium mask
Y'all could't fuck with the verse if you rehearsed the diss
6 months later and gave it to DJ Drama for horn stabs
(Bwaah, bwaah, bwaah!)
I don't battle, I war
I'm from the country where dope dealers run the rap game
Shit, fuck I'mma battle for?
I ain't with that bullshit, I ain't no matador
I'm MCA tapes, 808s, rattlin' floors
I'm an AK, love, hate, I'm a catalyst for
Crackers who act a rabbit and jump when I crack in the door
Speaking of act a rabbit, y'all ready know who I'm wit
I don't know why you're still acting unsure, shit
I feel like slappin' these whores
Shut up loser, you're stupid
Reach in that cooler and grab me a Coors
It don't matter if you mad that I'm more
Badder and more savage than these other rappers before
Because of my style of clothes, my path and a past record
Bitch suck a sack of shit while I stack up a sack of awards
Internet goons they beg and they cry and they bitch and they moan
But this is what I see when they ride...