Yelawolf - Rack City Freestyle lyrics

rate me

(buzzin' on the beat ho!)

Alabama rich, I'm Alabama rich

Shaddy records, Gettovishion

Hello kids i'm in, this bitch with hits

Big camera and, fuck around I leave your momma with a candle lit

Speaking of candles lit, Happy Birthday me

Radioactive is a magnet for birthday treats

New house, fresh shoes

It's like all my opponents saw me and said let's lose

Good move! Is it me? or the fake let's choose

Cause' I'm teaching the class, you mothaf*ckas slept through

So even the haters only instigating my students

But a couple of questions that I won't say yes too

Like Mr dobalina mr bob dobalina can I sic em for you bob, can I pick ya chrome ninna up, and pick em off for you from a far with the beamer, cause I seen him hes a false hes a real cob cleaner.

I show that i'm loose but I refuse to be an obama-nator, you hate on me and your probably an obama-hater, laugh at you chronic players, sick with a sonic laser, and shoot you from pluto with a soup bowl full of now and laters, reakin and still sinkin the shot cause im a power fader, shower these cowards without a dought of my power and take ya bitch without a shower till im sour till hours later, she'll still come back lien about the wonderful mouth I gave her

Everybody knows i'm a loose cannon with a wick the size of a fucken toothpick, betta back up quick and assume the damage, what I gave this beat is like a treat for a chief example, that I got away with tracks like a chinese weave scandel

Back away from the bicycle, tricycles fit you better, pick another cypher, better yet pick up a rifle and do yourself a favor, kill yo self midget hoe, and do it next to a river so nobody gotta dig a hole

Thanks to Jesse for correcting these lyrics