Yelawolf — Mountain Dew Mouth Freestyle

[Intro] Yeah, Yelawolf Catfish Billy! DJ Klever, Brian Jones, uh! Two bricks, through the window Two hit, two crippled Two fucks, not too given I'm goin’ to get 'em Or goin' to prison, woah [Verse 1] Dangerous mind of a 22-year-old me, damn what a shame But I didn’t know the pizza man, I'm just lookin' for the cheese and the bread for the culinary gang Culinary gang, fuck it and I let the mullet hang I ain't got the budget to go cut it anyway Wait, I forgot, I'm paid Feels like yesterday when I hid in the shade Now I live in a crib on the hill but I still wake up like I never met Sway Never opened up for Wu-Tang, like Charlemagne Tha God, got nobody left to hate, perfect Dirty white boys like me from the South got plenty shit to talk about Like a front porch with a couch What, you ain't never heard of Mountain Dew Mouth? In West Virginia, they put that shit in baby bottles Way I see it is, fuck it if you want a retard kid, it's made to swallow So put a bigger hole in a rubber nipple, 'cause his little brother is soon to follow Be a toothless coal miner just like daddy was and die young way back in the hollow I’m on some other shit, I’m on a mothership Keep up with me, no, hoe don't, psych, bitch get a grip Been around this club With bros and played all my hits Jump from stages to mosh pits and swung my fists Opened up a show for Wiz Khalifa And his fans all yelled at me, damn Soon as I get back to ’Bama I'ma tell my mama y'all heckled me (Perfect) Motherfuckers ain't poppin’ no trunks tonight, huh No, good to go, well fuck me I'm comin' back to San Diego with Danny Trejo with no machete Food for thought, words must be edible I gotta tapeworm, never full, ha Mixtape worm, never coiled Tangled and stuck, loose and pulled Like a Reader's Digestive system Twisted with a list of mystic raps I unfoil Like a brisket hot, chopped, or liquid boiled I'm fresh to death, like Egyptian oil [Interlude] Go down God's child Moses Love Way down in Egyptland And through war, I [Verse 2] Can fill up a void My soul is implored, I'm feelin' it Lord Through the will of my pen To the end of my force, I carry the sword Responsible for my own actions Y'all better act like you know I ain't no saint, I'm a sinner But my guardian angel is close A part of me anchors a ghost But I can't take back what I've done You could say that I've hurt people's hope I didn't do it for fun All those people that doubted a bum I found my joy in the sadness Learnin' how not to care takes practice then becomes a habit [Interlude 2] Yeah, becomes a habit It's an art form to not givin' a fuck Uh [Verse 3] Damn, back to what I do Catfish Billy, baby hello how are you? Devour nine rappers like a power line fell into a swimmin' pool I think I got the whole crew, woo Let me know what y'all wanna do I bought a 30 pack of Creek Water baby boo Not a ninety-nine, not a ninety-nine point nine nine Not mine, I got a 100 proof that loosie juice Don't be choosey floozy, who you talkin' to? Bitches actin' stupes, I'll just make that call to Gangsta Boo (Perfect) Yeah, then swerve the whip and curb the trick And know this does not fit your perps description Shall I shunder, no number, she was blundered Me and Boo just robbed the bitch [Outro] Mafia, Slummafia MWA motherfucker Still Shady Ghetto fuckin' Cowboy Yeah, Trunk Muzik III