Yelawolf — Skallywag Freestyle

[Intro] It looks like Baldhead Skallywag Maybe that Baldhead Skallywag, talking this and that You may have an allergic reaction, shut up bitch You may have an allergic reaction, hello Or just plain crazy, hello Plain crazy, yeah 5150, look, huh? [Verse] Ain't nothing wrong with me Except for maybe my ambition If I'm crazy for dreaming that I fell down from a long tree Hit every limb on the way down and bumped my noggin' A hollow head, my mama said, is someone knocking? That's why keepin' me from winnin' is a major job Because I wish a motherfucker would, I pray to God Yelawolf, and I'm an egg in the frying pan Couple loose screws on the hub cap tires and Possibly my papa see, he got the T, the H, the C He got that private property, he dropped the C The crop PV to got to me, to pipe the weed Where did it lead? It led me down, it led me up, to LSD illogically, yeah White boys all over the world getting buck cause they know just what I'm talkin' bout Black boys all over the world getting buck cause they know just what I'm talkin' bout Brown boy, yellow boy, whatever the hell boy Follow my trail, they lost the route So many mofo's running with the mojo That I could've made a show like Austin Pow-- --wers with words, I'm cold, blizzard McFlurry No wand, no cloak, Wizard, yes sir, certainly My box goes 'round the curb real slow, no hurry Then out my window goes the gun for purging Look, look like deers in a cage so Jesus take the wheel, you steer, I'll slay, then We'll go get a couple cold beers, what you say? And he handed me a solid gold draco engraved and Pop, pop, pop, pop, I just drop 4 cops that mob with the Ku Klux Klan He said, "that's why I say hey man nice shot, that's a nice shot man!" Blood drops on an undercover white van Laid down by the hand of a white man Damn, and I sleep like a baby With the gold draco layin' on the nightstand Watching too much Killer Mike (Love) Sometimes it sucks to be human (Hate it) Sometimes it sucks to be white (Love) Dealing with these institutions (Hate it) Thank God I had mixed children (Love) That is my contribution (Hate it) Without them, I probably would snap (Love) But I'll just choose the music Suited, booted, I'm ready Eddy I'll use my noodle like mom's spaghetti The truth is brutal, it's hard and heavy But the truth is useful, them lies are deadly So keepin' it real is not slang It's a must-have, gotta live thang To some of y'all, it's just a new game Like a muskrat with a shoestring Toys, now that's what graffiti writers used to call lames I used to be a graffiti writer, so I know how to scale and bomb trains Noise, now that's what my Uncle used to call Hip-Hop 90% of the time when I listen to new shit, I say the same thing Choice, either you gotta make one or they'll make one up for you Be an original, not a percentage of a dying trend just to make bank Poise, position of power is a blessing but can be a curse Be the worth of your soul, not the worth of your pocket and purse now let's get this bitch crank I just shook y'all motherfuckers Black truck, masked up, 10 deep, no sleep Robbing the house on the hillllllllll I came up with crooks and took that risk to top Boy I'm that real [Outro] Trunk Muzik III