[Intro: Yelawolf]
Yo, I am so high right now (Colt 45 and)
Seriously (Ah, Percocets)
Yo (Gettin' it)
Yo

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I gave 'em a catalog as thick as a fuckin' phone book and they still don't know what to call me
So I climbed to the top of a tall tree, threw a bowling ball in the lake, and I told 'em, "Just call me Boss D"
Yeah, that's a rappin' motherfucker, huh?
Yeah, I could wrap a whole fuckin' package up
Yeah, you a savage, but it don't matter, I graduated from savage to psychopath with a platinum cup
Platinum plaques for my managers
Bag of crack for my uncle, two-pack of glass with the Brillo pad, mad 'cause they can't handle us
We keep it too real, what is that?
I don't speak bootleg thoughts, but I might bootleg a thirty-pack
Still bendin' them corners, not the same whip
Still in that Chevy, but that bitch ain't got the same hips
Hey, by the time I hit fifty-five
I'ma have a tattoo body suit, whippin' my dick out on a yacht

[Chorus: Caskey]
Goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, rollin' through the city with some bad dudes
You can tell it by the tattoos
Yeah, comin' out the dirty south like it's Baton Rouge
Goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, comin' out the dirty south like it's Baton Rouge
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Man, what the fuck? I got this '79 box body jumpin' out the water—
Nah, fuck that, let's go
Still got bounce like a dryer sheet, but I don't know where to jump
Still got dirt up under my cleats from runnin' around these chumps
Better get fish up on that boat, you runnin' up all this hump
Kickin' that shit like I walked a dog with a stomach problem
Yeah, takin' my time, me doin' the best, that's whiskey in the jug
Takin' my time, but I won't take time to get a bitch all fucked up
Have you throwin' up in the sink, I'm makin' 'em sick, they pullin' the plug
Ain't gotta pop none of these balloons, I keep that helium in my cup
'Cause I float around this bitch, can't hold me down
Gave a loan to these rappers and they owe me now
Red neck too heavy, they can't hold the crown
Saw you once at the fuckin' bar and you know me now?
There will never be another me
And there will never be another Alabamian up in the alleyway
That had a way with other people being from or feeling out of place
Took it that a way, that a boy, I'm a database
From another place and the place, yeah, outer space
I'm a jet boat and a pool float 'bout to race
Nowadays, I can run a powerline like a powerline radio waves
I don't need no stage

[Chorus: Caskey]
Goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, rollin' through the city with some bad dudes
You can tell it by the tattoos
Yeah, comin' out the dirty south like it's Baton Rouge
Goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, comin' out the dirty south like it's Baton Rouge
[Outro]
(Get some)
We had to
(Get some)
Yelawolf
Bad news, yeah
(Get some)
And Black Sheep
Bad news
(Get some)
We had to
(Get some)
And Bl—
Bad news, yeah (Yeah)
(Get some)
We had to
Bad news, yeah
(Get some)
(Get some)
Comin' out the dirty south like it's Baton Rouge
(Get some)