[00:31.79]Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
[00:35.98]Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
[00:40.04]I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
[00:43.81]What the **** man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with y'all?
[00:47.94]Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
[00:51.92]Looks like daddy caught the mother****er that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
[00:56.00]They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough like a brilo
[00:59.87]Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow
[01:04.66]Think he's playin? You better listen what he's sayin punk
[01:07.87]Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
[01:11.35]He got an old Mos************erg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy
[01:15.98]Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
[01:19.73]Think he's playin? You better listen what he's sayin punk
[01:23.65]Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
[01:27.60]He got an old Mos************erg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy
[01:31.78]Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
[01:35.61]11:30 and I'm pullin up dirty smoking cabbage out the back of my buddies Monty Carlo
[01:38.69]Spittin over some super hot beats with a super hot freak we call the parking lot hoe
[01:43.80]You know we sippin on that old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
[01:47.69]So when we ride around b*****s follow, but tonight one of the b*****s is giving us problems
[01:51.77]Well one of them b*****s be ****ing one of my homeboys favorite b*****s
[01:55.57]and has been on his hit list for a minute and I think he's ready to handle his business
[01:59.76]he told me Yelawolf get this and he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist
[02:03.64]he said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit... Biscuit!
[02:07.67]Think he's playin? You better listen what he's sayin punk
[02:11.77]Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
[02:15.30]He got an old Mos************erg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy
[02:20.10]Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
[02:23.35]Think he's playin? You better listen what he's sayin punk
[02:27.52]Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
[02:31.60]He got an old Mos************erg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy
[02:35.69]Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
[02:39.94]Two men stand, one's gotta go
[02:43.36]One falls down to the ground, one walks down to the road
[02:47.38]Momma better call the police
[02:49.53]Now he's screaming no
[02:51.52]Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's moving slow
[02:55.31]All this blood has spilled, enough to give a penguin chills
[02:59.20]Hot enough to make a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
[03:03.28]In the valley of the hollowed field
[03:05.21]In the valley of the hollowed till
[03:07.21]This aint a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!
[03:11.94]Think he's playin? You better listen what he's sayin punk
[03:15.53]Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
[03:19.42]He got an old Mos************erg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy
[03:23.76]Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
[03:27.44]Think he's playin? You better listen what he's sayin punk
[03:31.36]Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
[03:35.45]He got an old Mos************erg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy
[03:39.60]Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a 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 **** man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with y'all?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the mother****er that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough like a brilo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow
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 Mos************erg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk 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 Mos************erg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
11:30 and I'm pullin up dirty smoking cabbage out the back of my buddies Monty Carlo
Spittin over some super hot beats with a super hot freak we call the parking lot hoe
You know we sippin on that old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around b*****s follow, but tonight one of the b*****s is giving us problems
Well one of them b*****s be ****ing one of my homeboys favorite b*****s
and has 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!
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 Mos************erg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk 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 Mos************erg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
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 a hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollowed field
In the valley of the hollowed till
This aint a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!
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 Mos************erg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk 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 Mos************erg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you