[Intro: DJ Paul & Yelawolf]
The promoter of the show is going crazy, man
Hey, pass that, pass that over here
The fuck is this?
Shit I got from a groupie
Off-brand PBR or some shit?
Probably so, haha
It tastes like shit
It do taste like shit, yeah
What time we go on?
Now
What time we go on?
Now, let's go, man
Go up to the spot
Shit
Damn, look at that line
That shit crunck
Rock this motherfucker, I got the beat
Hehehe, yeah

[Verse 1]
Look at my name up under the marquee
And throw up in your lap, bitch
Still a renegade
Still up in the Chevrolet
Sippin 7 with the lemonade, bitch
I'm a moonwalker
Starlit like a car sits in the dark when you have parked it like a n*** stalker
Catfish Billy (How are you? How are you?)
I'm the king of the lowlifes
Show up at the show with a bunch of rich folk
Lookin' like they ran into a light pole right before they walked in
Car crashed and then bar dashed
In a Hertz rental with a fat lip
Like Burt Reynolds's moustache
We drink it up, fuck that
We drank it up then tear it down
Crank it up like a pro hound that's beat up and doo-doo brown
(Doo-doo brown?)
Yea doo-doo brown
Tell that fat bitch take a doo-doo now
'Cause I got that shit
Yelawolf up in this motherfucker with voodoo now
I'm a mastermind
[Chorus]
(Mastermind)
Everything I touch either gets hated or they receive it as
(Mastermind)
Everything I do either gets bit by these heathens or even it's ripped by the seams when I conceive it
(Mastermind)
Everything I touch either gets hated or they receive it as
(Mastermind)
My enemies grieve every time I speak in his mind like a priest in the sky, believe that I'm a
(Mastermind)

[Verse 2]
With a Colgate white smile
Brush my teeth with propane
And blow fire from the teeth of a white child
You motherfuckers better pipe down
Like you've been caught smokin' bogues
Slumericans all around me
And we've been talkin' cold, yeah
(S)But a state if mind when you're Rollin up a
(L) it ain't me and Nas
Who howl and yell about (U)
Thank god for shady I gotta give it up to (M)
Without him I wouldn't know what the fuck I would be (E)
Stuck in the south with no C-A-(R)
The rest of this shit is kinda cliche (I C-A-N)
La-di-da-di (La-di-da-di)
Uh, yes, I can (Alabama)
Yes, I am
Grew up in the South gettin popped in the mouth if you didn't say sir yes and said ma'am
So I got slapped half the time
That why when I write about the blues then my childhood takes up half the rhyme
Yeah, I'm a psychopath sometimes a mastermind
[Chorus]
(Mastermind)
Everything I touch either gets hated or they receive it as
(Mastermind)
Everything I do either gets bit by these heathens or even it's ripped by the seams when I conceive it
(Mastermind)
Everything I touch either gets hated or they receive it as
(Mastermind)
My enemies grieve every time I speak in his mind like a priest in the sky I believe it I'm a
(Mastermind)

[Verse 3]
Bitch, better put your dukes up
I ain't got time for these vampires
Throw 'em in the fire cause I am that true blood
I'm an angel untangled by the web of a black widow
So sick that I leave a tree standing up straight
Leaned down like a weeping willow
Deep in a pillow, dreaming, sleep walking
Not one motherfucker in the game ready for the science
I am Stephen Hawking
Fat bitch in the front row
Dry heave and coughing
Get these hoes some H2O before I get fee'd for assaulting
Blood I see it often
Suds in the bottom of a jug
Left so many duds in the club beat up and crawling
I could've got rich in a teeth auction
On stage like a priest talking
And there will be none after mine
Son of a bitch and the father of a church
Similar to Jesus when he found Miss Magdalene
Mastermind