Yelawolf — Get the Fuck Up

[Intro] Though many have come There will never be another one Quite like Yela [Hook] RAAH! Everybody get the fuck up! RAAH! Everybody get the fuck up! RAAH! [Verse 1] Daddy gonna pop that trunk Yeah, battleship sunk, throwing dirt clot chunks Slingshot rocks, broke, no money lumps Looking at the d-boys with the petty dunks Slick, sit down, you ain't in the city, chump Special K make the kitties come Get ya some, get plenty guns Move 'em out, ten toes down, pity none Get ya' own dixie, won’t give a dog a bone Sittin' on bigger chrome, yeah that's home Bird fight, pit fight, what a good song Looking at the world like "What I do wrong?" Nothin' but a mailman truck comin back for the pick up I'm the gift you can't get rid of Recline on me homie, I'm a make you sit up Get drunk, do it, stage lights are lit up, scream like [Hook] RAAH! Everybody get the fuck up! RAAH! Everybody get the fuck up! RAAH! [Verse 2] Let the beat ride like that Yeah, I'm a thunderbird never comin' back Thunder in the trunk, thunder in the dope sack I serve 'em up, thunder in the dope raps, boom! Big 'llacs in the tall grass sit with the tires flat Real good price buddy, you should buy that Blink and you might pass my town Hole in the wall, king, my crown Oh, but of all things my sound Is pickin' up like a thirty mile long train Slow climb up but such a long reign So how did I become a pick of all names What a fairy tale like Ichabod Crane The headless horseman runnin' untamed like [Hook] RAAH! Everybody get the fuck up! RAAH! Everybody get the fuck up! RAAH!