Yelawolf — Jesco White Freestyle

[Into] Catfish Billy! MWA Bitch! Low-fashion slum Mr. Don Corleone! [Verse] One drop or a knot from this boss You might get rocked with the fist or shot what you stuck in the cross Hairs of a semi-au-to through your nach-o See I gave a fuck once, now I do not though Hello, hello, I, lit up like a yellow light Like a young Jesco White, on a mellow-yellow high Chip a tooth when that pebble flies, back at that Chevy wheel Seen the world through the Devil's eyes, he dared me to make a deal I decline, king of mine, that's a waste of time Give me a break, spit on the snake, let 'em taste the lines Cowboy boots scaled like a plate of dimes Black suede pressed dress to create a grime You let your fangs hang, haters can't do a dang thang But complain, comment and shame, claiming to gang-bang That same bitch that you double-tapping to bang came To my show like Su-Sussudio and show me brain games See visionaries ain't got no problem with execution I just wake up like a prophet and hop up and fucking do it No logical explanation on how I drop my music I just find a socket, plug it in pocket and lock into it Oh, what a wonderful feeling Gotta take a minute and do some breathing Ain't take a day off work since I went and took Cleveland, looking for a reason Looking for a tie, looking for a suit That Rock and Roll Hall-of-Fame is due Overdue, but the road is loosie When you gonna invade it's no-one's clue No one knows, where it goes Where you've been or what to do But that's me in a nutshell bro Going nuts, deja-vu Oh what a dream, row your boats Sow your oats, all with the beans Ain't no gas, kid lets rock, buy with the bot, not with the lean In my coat when I fucking pop, like a mushroom in the morning gleam After a rain, in the spring, Michael Wayne, yeah-that's me Got it locked, that is key Got it hot in the C- O-U-N-T-R-Y, Catfish in your sore eyes If you want that four-five, come on in the doors-wide So deep that said your-tribe, welcome to the north side Look up in the back, that Heisenberg hat, pork pie Stick you to that Get Buck, Three-6 is our war cry Kids are playing Fortnite, I was playing short-sight Didn't see tomorrow, I just wanted one more bite So I started stealing, chopping parts under the porch light I just wanted better than what Mamma could afford, why? Cause I am a son of a bitch! Hard as you ever saw Shut up and duck or get hit, with this here pepper y'all Huddle-up with your fucked clique, and hit some methanol Suck a dick, sucka suck shit, all through an effin' straw Naw he didn't-oh, yes the fuck I did! Now take these words, stay woke, and tattoo both eye lids Y'all bitches sleeping on me? I need my own Hilton I come with cots for you bots, go take a nap in the den While I master a plan with the mastering Mathers again Slum-Shady, I'm plumb-crazy and laughing again But when that trash in the atmosphere like a ravenous wind When I pass in that black Cadillac, with Travis and em' Yeah, and its so much fun going at it again I just might need to sing a bit, go get some practice and then So let me clear my throat, let me see if I hear the notes I hear the notes, now look in your black mirror and strike a pose [Outro] Ain't it good to be famous? Everybody knows your name But you can't walk around here shameless 90% of y'all so lame Trunk Muzik 3...