Yelawolf - Primus (Freestyle) lyrics
rate me(Intro: The Warriors)
Kevin, come out to play-i-ay
(Do you like Primus?)
Kevin
(Verse: Yelawolf)
I was gonna do one of those kind of freestyles
Ya know the jack for beat shit, practic for rapper speed dial
Automatic attention get sniffed outta an MP3 file
Murder it, throw a dead body at yo feet and say see how?
But then I though, hey, what the fuck is the use?!
I got drunk and listened to Primus and took it into the stu
I looked it up for a minute then grabbed the pen and began
And these menacing mental sentences started syllable groups
That's ova the top, I'm too explanatory
But my catalog of music is well, mandatory
Wanna appreciate what I made on that Love Story
Look at my history that did History of Recording becuz I'm...
(Hook)
Popped out the bulls like a pine cone
Dropped in that Alabama time zone
Popped a shotgun in the microphone
Oops, popped the trunk, now yo mind's gone
(Verse 2)
To understand who I was before hip-hop
You gotta picture this lil pity ass idiot runnin' round
With a hideous group of semi oblivious hit smokin'
A-roachin' and sniffin' gas outta himmies with garden hoses
Pockin' holes into my OG, one of those nightmare-ish impossible team
But I was a young prophet to be seen
Listenin' to some Sinner Denasy than Billie Jean
Somebody should have seen my great escape
Cuz I went from pressing my troubles to pressin' play on a tape
My appetite for destruction was pushing me to my fate
And then The Beastie Boys put me off on that 808
(Hook)
It's all the rhythm of fuck as I can fuckin' see it
2000 people in front of me, singin' what I'm singin'
This redneck song shit, mets ? shits
I'm blazin', what a concept! Well, my name is merr...
(Verse 3)
Damn right Mr. Playful, I couldn't have said it better
You're an angel, I'm not as accepted as I expected
Threw my perspective in front of the sexes and I didn't get elected
Like Charlamagne Tha God fuckin' hates me
Man, wish I felt accomplished by having such a
Prestigious over achieving genius
Like Charlie Mason complained about me
Why can't somebody who's really done something doubt me?
That's hard luck, fuck it! I'm used to kicking buckets
I'm used to pickin' up sticks for the general public
I don't know how and why it's such a sensitive subject
It ain't like I'm the kinda white like Jimmy Buffett
I muthafuckin' eat for desert all the credibility
Am realer than most of these rappers ever was and will-a be
I don't sell dope and I don't ask why
I don't pinfuck hoes and I don't sell why
(Yelawolf many changes, many so weird)
(Went from waving aloha to fuckin' wakin' the beard and the ear)
(And now he's ova that, what is he gonna do?)
(When I saw him on Instagram with his Glock and his cowboy boots)
I feel great, you should get a pair
My Dj's got a pair of rattlesnake skin boots, he's outta here
We like being not like you, that's the point
Besides, I look amazing, Baby, roll me a joint
And I don't even smoke no more
I just feel like Willie Nelson more than I eva had befo'
So turn the music up a muthafuckin' tad more
Hippa pay us for anotha muthafuckin' shady smash course
I ain't one of these artists clearly that stickin' they neva change
I love opening doors, exploring parts of my brain
Reflecting extensively through my clothes, shoes and style
And it takes a hell of a heart to do it in front of a crowd
Pardon me while I start a new chapter inside my book
It's a feelin' of pure ? to see you ?
The look on yo face when you're hearin' the shit that I created
The amaze of not can feel it, believe that I can relate
Don't be a hater on the fucking clock
Trimmin' that takes time, just wait, watch!
These rappers really think they got shit locked
But they gon' know about me when my album drop
(Love story, love s lovesa loves lovlovlovlvovlvovlv)
I can't wait till ya muthafuckas are ? from home
