[Yelawolf]
But crack another fifth and pour it up
Cuz I’m bored as fuck with these rappers
Shady there is no more of us

[Judicious]
Yelawolf I am in some sort of rush
I hit the floor and bust so fast, dogs bark stop short and mush
Outside of baseball, I ain't amount to a quart of much
Butt fuck the ducks, blow pups, while chickens flirt and cluck
The crappers over flowed with shit, but there's more to flush
Fuck a mop this turd won't brush, LL Cool J wouldn't say I'm bored and hush
I spit at whores and cuss, Fuck MILFs, GILFs Stifler that dust
This verse is stuffed, with words as such
Converged to lure you to the clutch, of my palm it hurts I must
Smoke herb in blunts, gut and roll this game I scored a dutch
But I will shush with the repeating of or and ush
Though I must switch it up, like a multi flavor slush
Call me Judicious, I'm too vicious when I chew and rip this
Beat, so you don't, over view and miss this
I go in too ballistic, kick your dick and hit your nuts with a branch
Then smear the P and K from your bitch's lipstick
I'm loud but these toes you couldn't tip this, kid I'm too sadistic
And artistic, this truistic dude will make you spew the truth until you feel autistic
My stylistic flow will show the hoes your tits are his statistic
This linguistic show isn't simplistic, when I'm on Shady I might feel hollistic
Kick the logistics, with a sick mix of six stiffs plus this bitch
3 and 4 on the team, zebra looking real mean, calling a shitty game but I can't blame him
My aim ain't in the zone and my catcher won't frame em
Put down your iPhone, and keep blazing
Realize who's really razor blading this whole nation
I keep hearing Slaughterhouse sucks, and Em's too mainstream and too mean
Fuck that I scream like Friendly's, when I got all these enemies that ain't no friend of me
What I mean is I'm clashing white and black in my rap
This cracka's whack he'll snap in half, and go back to the lab with mad
Scientists, tryin shit, findin its, time to, die in shit
Fuck number 2, I'm gunning for the one
Shady Records get it done for fun let it run
Here we go
Em I wrote you before, four score or more years ago
Lyrical, I knew I'd never hear from you
So now I write in spite of life, I'm white you'll like my bite I'm nice
You might fly a kite, get high tonight