Yelawolf - Pop The Trunk Lyrics

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke
peels 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 sow
when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can never get sleep man,
peeped out the window what's wrong with ya'll?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows (meaning pounds of weed)
They don't know that old man don't hold hands He'll throw hands nah he's rough like a brillo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and a
gun as heavy and tall as the midget willow

(Hook) X2
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 Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag
layin in the back of the *dunk* boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you

11:30 and I'm pullin up dirty smoking damage out the
back of my buddies Monty Carlo
Spittin over some super hot beats with a super hot
freak we call her 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 bitches follow,
but tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems
Well one of them bitches been fuckin one of my homeboys favorite bitches
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!

(Hook) X2

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 fields
In the valley of the hollowed till
This aint a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!

(Hook) X2

Thanks to GsRex for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to zzzz for correcting these lyrics

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2013-04-17 20:44:01 by anonymous
chemical substances are dangerous
2011-05-08 12:11:58 by fuckn jay
my bad you corrected the slaughter house comment -smak.d
2011-05-08 12:09:08 by fuckn jay
smak.d u r full of shit . . . and so r u eli . . . its "elbows" eli; meaning pounds of weed and its slaughter house . . . you dont kill hogs at a "starter house", and crack smoke pills makes absolutely no sense smak.d . . . its "fills" retard . . . like the fog fills the streets up when its foggy outside . . . if you take the time out to post something make sure you know what you're talking about . . .
2011-03-14 11:27:51 by smak.d
it says,Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills not fills lol
2011-03-14 11:25:16 by smak.d
it says,11:30 and I'm pullin up dirty smoking babbage,it not 11:30 and I'm pullin up dirty smoking damage