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letra de mountain dew mouth freestyle - yelawolf

[intro]
yeah, yelawolf
catfish billy!
dj klever, brian jones, uh!
two bricks, through the window
two hit, two cripple
two f-cks, not two given
i’m going to get ’em
or going to prison, woah

[verse 1]
dangerous mind of a 22-year-old me
d-mn what a shame
but i didn’t know the pizza man
i’m just looking for the cheese and the bread for the culinary gang
culinary gang, f-ck it and i let the mullet hang
i ain’t got the budget to go and cut it anyway
wait, i forgot, i’m paid
feels like yesterday when i hid in the shade
now i live in a crib on the hill but i still wake up like i never met sway
never opened up for wu-tang, like charlemagne tha god – got n-body left to hate, perfect
dirty white boys like me from the south got plenty sh-t to talk about
like a front porch with a couch
what, you ain’t never heard of mountain dew mouth?
in west virginia, they put that sh-t in baby bottles
way i see it is, f-ck it if you want a r-t-rd kid, it’s made to swallow
so put a bigger hole in a rubber nipple, ’cause his little brother is soon to follow
be a toothless coal miner just like daddy was and die young way back in the holler
i’m on some other sh-t, i’m on a mother ship
keep up with me, no, hoe don’t, psych, b-tch get a grip
been around this club
with bros and played all my hits
jump from stages to mosh pits and swung my fists
opened up a show for wiz khalifa
and his fans all yelled at me, d-mn
soon as i get back to ’bama
i’ma tell my mama y’all heckled me (perfect)
motherf-ckers ain’t popping no trunks tonight, huh
no good to go, well f-ck me
i’m coming back to san diego with danny trejo and no machete
food for thought, words must be edible
i gotta tapeworm, never full, ha
mixtape worm, never cold
tangled and stuck, loose and pulled
like a reader’s digestive system
twisted with a list of mystic raps
i unfoil like a brisket hot, chopped, or liquid boiled
i’m fresh to death, like egyptian oil

[interlude]
go down
god’s child
moses
love
way down in egypt land
and through war, i

[verse 2]
can fill up a void
my soul is implored, i’m feeling it lord
through the will of my pen
to the end of my force, i carry the sword
responsible for my own actions
y’all better act like you know
i ain’t no saint, i’m a sinner
but my guardian angel is close
a part of me anchors a ghost
but i can’t take back what i’ve done
you could say that i’ve hurt people’s hope
i didn’t do it for fun
all those people that doubted a b-m
i found my joy in the sadness
learning how no to care takes practice and becomes a habit

[interlude 2]
yeah, becomes a habit
it’s an art form to not giving a f-ck
aw

[verse 3]
d-mn, back to what i do
catfish billy, baby h-llo how are you?
devour nine rappers like a power line fell into a swimming pool
i think i got the whole crew, woo
let me know what y’all wanna do
i bought a 30 pack of creek water baby boo
999 999.99, not mine, i got a 100 proof that loosie juice
don’t be choosey floozy, who you talkin’ to?
b-tches actin’ stupes, i’ll just make that call to gangsta boo (perfect)
yeah, then swerve the whip and curb the trick
and know this does not fit your perps description
shall i shunder, no number, she was blundered
me and boo just robbed the b-tch

[outro]
mafia, slummafia
mwa motherf-cker
still shady
ghetto f-ckin’ cowboy
yeah, trunk muzik iii

- yelawolf

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