Kickin’ Yelawolf

[Intro]
BASS!

[Verse 1]
Who the one from the pine, whaddup y'all
I'm the one from the grind, how low y'all
Low below the Dixie Line, fuck with me
I'll show ya how yield a quarter pound off the rippy
I'm Catfish, bitch I'm back in
West east late night, who pump action
Nadda nothing buddy, don't even bother him
I told you I'm Catfish, I'm quick to swaller brim
Young gangsters busting wanna act bad
Wasting gun shells like Bush in Baghdad
My brother Zoo got the chopper and so?
Betcha he takes it like a motherfucking ho
Glass breaking I have your mother ducking low
Back down ha, now that's a motherfucking joke
Southern boys got hot butter for your soul
Cracker barrel full of dynamite so let's go

Dedicate this one to ugh... Magic Mike

[Hook]
My rattling trunk got them bobble heads looking
Rear view mirrors got the world sitting crooked
I am kick- kicking, kick- kick- kick- kicking
Kick- kicking, kick- kick- kick- kicking
These twelve inch speakers, these six inch tweeters
I'm playing those heaters, I got that beater
I am kick- kicking, kick- kick- kick- kicking
Kick- kicking, kick- kick- kick- kicking