Still on that ass like

Handcuff's up in ya like
Hand-puppets make a mute holla

You should've jumped in that Impala homie

Refrigerators never seen ice baby

Not vanilla  not a breeze on the hill
Will make a flame grab a chinchilla

Quite like the words I built up to
F**k guppies
I see food and I hush puppies

So give me that king crab
And I'll break it's shell

You seen that
Well f**k 'em if he don't take it well
So crack the top off that hot  shaking ale

And say "free Young Struggle"
Who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
F**k the cops  Take an L
F**k it take M-N-O-P  learn how to spell

I'll pull up to the gate
And we'll skate on these country faggots

And until then  f**k 'em  they can have it
Slumerican means
Slum American breed
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams  yeah

Put your hands to the sky

I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger now

Yeah I'm a landslide

I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down

Put your hands to the sky

I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
Lalalalalalalalalaa

I'm whiskey in a bottle now
Still on that gas like
The bottom of my signature shoe  'Bama red

I'm on that ass like Alabama did LSU
Goose egg  oh lord
Bible Belt raised in your mouth like a cold sore
Roll Fords

Nah roll tide and roll Chevys

My momma rolls joints

Smoke rolls off of the tip
Daddies a rolling stone
I'm rolling in shit with these pigs

In south side
Who you rolling with in the sticks

With hair weawes and air streams
Cigarette stained walls
F**k  I can barely breathe

Spittin' shotgun pellets
Out of my f**kin' chili bowl

But am I a hill billy
No
I am the truth behind these f**kin' illusionist
Yellin' redneck

You about as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck  and I just tattoed it
Because of the abuse
And I use it as therapy in music
So
Put your hands to the sky

I'm a bullet in the barrel
With a hairpin trigger now

Yeah I'm a landslide

I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down

Put your hands to the sky

I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
Lalalalalalalalalaa
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
Still on that grass like

John Deeres this yard is already cut
You can't get no work here  uh

You fags thought it was swag you was stealing
It turns out I got no peers
Just years of street smarts
So here you go retards
Come hit this bulls eye
I'll give you three darts

One  my last album flopped
Two  it wasn't my time
Three  my f**kin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what
(I'm whiskey in a bottle now)

F**kin' right  I'm aged
I'm Dirty Three
I'm not a child who plays with rap to get a piece
Don't clap  for no MC who's wack
Then get a free slap
F**k out my car and I'm smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack sippin' still

Whippin' wood wheels

Truck on steriods

Illegal to play ball
But dammit how good it feels

Drop that black card
Park in the backyard
Baby fire up the grill
It's party time
Put your hands to the sky

I'm a bullet in the barrel
With a hairpin trigger now

Yeah I'm a landslide

I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your hands to the sky

I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
Lalalalalalalalalaa
I'm whiskey in a bottle now