Yelawolf — Rhyme Room Episode 1

Can't even tell ya how hot it's been All I know is that I make eskimo's sweat, when I grab a pen When it's below ten, degrees Act like I haven't blessed you, pretend, sneeze Walk on the beat bent knees Landlord still buggin' "Can I get the rent please?" I told her I got the money, in my Jiz-eans Don't worry, I spit sixteens like zipped seams (Quook, Pow) I fossilize emcee's T-Rex knock I leave water in cups rippling Said you on vacation just to ask you (Are you tripping!?) Only became your teacher just to pass you (Rik Riiiing, Riiiing) Tell your bitch she should keep her eyes closed I'm a fire-man, I put the water inside these hose Put her face in the cannon, like Alamo Take a picture of her drinkin' whisky, in designer clothes I told her I would take her out for sushi rolls But I fed her dog food, straight Alpo WHAT?! Did I lie to her too much, confide in her too much Said I was ridin' with the bucks, My pride was hidin' my love But I believe I'm alive I'm alive ya ain't live enough To fuck with this poor pimp and these hoes I'm allowed to fuck Could it be the way that I fuck with a big dick (Haha) Switch the position let me bring it like Slick Rick (Watch) Get on all fours baby, you know how we do it shawty No I don't have a Mercedes but I know how you like Bacardi Hop up in the bucket seat, let me make room for ya Wal-Mart white panties, let me move 'em for ya Alabama I'mma bring the fuckin' truth home So tell me hater what would you like up on your tombstone You were lookin' for a fight to pick with me So tell me what the views like sittin' six feet deep