Yelawolf — Pop the Trunk

[Verse 1] Meth lab in the back And the crack smoke peels through the streets Like an early-morning fog Momma's in the slaughterhouse with the hatchet Helping Daddy chop early-morning hog I'm catching Zs like an early-morning saw When I woke up to the racket, yawn and pause What the fuck, man? I can never get sleep, man Peeped out the window, what's wrong with y'all? Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweatpants And threw my pillow Looks like Daddy caught the motherfucker That tried to sneak in and steal his elbows They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands Nah, he's rough like a Brillo Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete And a gun as heavy and tall as that midget, Willow [Hook] Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk On you He got an old Mossberg In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk On you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk On you He got an old Mossberg In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk On you [Verse 2] 11:30, and I'm pulling up dirty Smoking babbage out the back of my buddy's Monte Carlo Spitting over some Supa Hot Beats With a super hot freak we call "the parking lot ho" You know we sipping on that old brown bottle Bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble So when we ride around, bitches follow And tonight, one of them bitches is giving us problems Well, one of them bitches Been fucking one of my homeboy's favorite bitches And he's been on his hit list for a minute And I think he's ready to handle his business He told me "Yelawolf, get this" And he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist He said "Watch this shit" And he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit [Hook] Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk On you He got an old Mossberg In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk On you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk On you He got an old Mossberg In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk On you [Verse 3] Two men stand One's gotta go One falls down to the ground One walks down to the road Momma better call the police Now he's screaming, "No!" Took a buckshot to the chest With a rock-salt shell, and he's moving slow All this blood has spilled Enough to give a penguin chills Hot enough to make a potato smoke At the tip of the hollowed steel In the valley of the hollowed field In the valley of the hollowed tip This ain't a figment of my imagination, buddy This is where I live! Bama! [Hook] Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk On you He got an old Mossberg In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk On you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk On you He got an old Mossberg In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk On you