Yelawolf — Can it be

[Verse] Yeah Now Yelawolf is only getting funky Ask Mommy I'm a fool come and laugh for me Hit the fame wit' more soul than a sad junkie This ol' cracker shit on rappers like bad plumming It's overgrown but they couldn't hide my path from me I'm in the truck you you shoulda' seen the white trash coming Fuck A Bitch, I'm trash honey Walking With My Hands Pointed At her throat Like A Mad Mummy lap suckas' around the track Mash Money bank wads and paint jobs could get the cash from me Treat everybody like a wall to a crash dummy jesus I mean that's A call to the last coming a cheetah was never seen this fast running Like I do rap hunny can't you hear the echo to the brass humming I want it all I want the last something if there's something to be got I want to get the got and leave the rats nothing and if the GOD, GOT GOT by the last monkey I'm a gorilla the vanilla bean, that's hungry Hungry enough to eat a burrito full of mayo and glass clumsy when I'm drunk off Off a glass of brass monkey giving up is like giving my dad money I'm better off giving up, cause I'll never see back the cash from em Family values are a drag sunny, when you're from Alabama Even grandma's lookin' for that fast money [Hook] Hello Bootleg kev and yelawolf and we say Howdy How you doing out there Hello Can it be that it was all so simple I'm sorry Or does anyone even fucking care And im back like a fuckin fetus between the knees of a cheetah Killed by the coathanger, my throat rangled i breath in this mic Reachin for credit but im really reachin for cleavage From the bitch of the rap game i want milk, i won't believe it if you say i dont deserve im worth it, im worth adidas and gold chains and fedoras and all that come for the reason To be a part of the leaders the preachers and money seekers Thatll turn my project come into a fuckin platinum leaker, or gold at least come on i mean i'm not a golden retriever But i receive the gold even if i win by a needle The people winnin i see em i got em im on their heel, with the tank and a militia with a mission like Steven Siegel Deceivin the sheeps illegal i need the sheep to be smarter, im a martyr but im not a creep you should know when you see the eagle The script and the seven seagrams the sip and the shine is lethal, but a drunk bird in flights like a baby drivin a regal But maybe the babys fright and my flight is only a piece of the story cause im not boring im an entertainer to the people In your brain like i thought, im the prince to the Sheila cause Sheila's my momma, and this purple reign in my roof leaks to the bucket but fuck it all i fix roofs and i fix heaters So i never stay cold for long im too strong im a two seater in a used beamer with a corvette engine on an empty street wit a nitrous tank but the night is blank and i got no high beams to see But a high beam to me, is a jim beam high hi bean how ya be 3-3-3