Yelawolf — Send Em Over

(Intro) Bitch! (Hook) x2 Send 'em on over Send 'em on over Send 'em on over Send that bitch on over here Put him on the spot, watch his ass drop Put him on the spot, if he's really hot (Verse 1) Red rover, red rover, send that bitch on over Clotheslining like project patio, off the shoulders with his head Alabama's own Jason in a hockey mask I bit Mr. Big for the look, and nobody for the grabs Ah ah che che, runnin through the madness The Indian chief is back with a grudge and a hatchet A tobacco leaf and an antler pipe I'm high and a savage I slayed a thousand pilgrims off the boat before they found a gun to blast with Yelawolf is deeper, man You lookin so sicker, man Metaphors and hot lines cannot defeat the only champ Do your research, hit me where it hurts Pull up some more pictures, try to burn my church, please I need somebody to eat, I'm hungry You got plenty of ammo, so try to come and chump me Let's see, reality TV, Eminem wannabe My switch from Creekwater my underground LP ha! Loose your career like leaps loses years I feel no persecution just you embodying deers My lines poetic, my crimes prophetic Hell was on me, I fought the serpent with a spoon and dug out his heart only To burn it like heroine and inject it into the victims Of my loneliness as a child, you phonies never seem struggle It ain't the rhymes I kick, it's the life I spit Behind the rock in the woods while momma was acid trippin These ballad sheets are soaked in pure bleach I can't even see lines, sometimes I fall asleep and wake up to ten pages of rage Uh, what did I do I fucked you, you, you and you Scoldin a can ass bulsky spittin chew Like a redman should do, but you white, true To the eyes I might be that, sometimes I feel so black That I go to the store and buy Paul Maybachs Give em to my wife, I'm fucking with you herbs I know my place, I'll never say the n-word But I'll spray your fender with gravel slangin from my chevy I'm gone Read my license plate with the rocks and the chrome (Hook) x2 Send 'em on over Send 'em on over Send 'em on over Send that bitch on over here Put him on the spot, watch his ass drop Put him on the spot, if he's really hot (Outro) You don't wanna see Yelawolf Not that day Monday through Friday, Saturday through Sunday Bitches get crushed quick Hush your mouth Or send your bitch-ass on over here, now Fist full clinic, shorty fat Alabama, pissin in a barrel of bees There go Missy Elliott, splat! Dollars off, splat!