Yelawolf - Voodoo Child (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Yeah this freestyle is dedicated to Justice, from Oklahoma

@Justice_Whitnah let's rock buddy! Congrats!

Well, I'm a voodoo child

Lord, I'm a voodoo child

(Freestyle)

Tell me ouija board, who's peaking in my window again?

Couldn't be Peter Pan cuz he's got a fucking evil grin

The ouiga board's spelled out E V I L twin C A T F I S H

Billy that's ya again

Fucking right I'm coming out to play, Michael ya should bow and pray

Luck up to the sun and blind yourself cuz I'm bout the only one to relate

To the Michael that ya want to fight

But it ain't really gonna pay off cuz that fucking outlaw inside you's gonna get ya either way

Now be the ? fo' the order

Obviously you're the sort of kind of warrior

The border prolly don't want to let thru the do'

Cuz all the commonal is that you're poorer to the poor and overworked

Bodies singin' out the story they can all be proud of

But the sound of power showers over louder speakers in the boring hiphop court lobby

I'm a supa freak, Rick James bitch, ya can do fo' me

I take a nine smoke ya man and drop him off wit a lighter down on hooka street

I'm everythin' ya could be, make ya emcee read his elegy while I pull my zipper down behind a tree

Man somebody died here, Yela', ya can pee? Yep

I don't care bout a grave owner

Hater I don't care if I don't pay when I enter places

If it's a million people waitin' to enter

Fuck a VIP I want to see a stage and listen to no roast

Just a wave of a bunch of from the days and I blaze this place, me in the center

I'm sicker than a hiccup

In a heat wit syphilis and hepatitis

Sucking on a pipe of cannabise

Plus a virus that can't be identified

It's prolly betta that ya grab a sweater

Better yet a leather jacket from a closet rack

And maybe get a pack of antibiotics fo' the psychotic hifi phonics that I share

Cuz there's a catfish breathing air

There's not two, there's not a there

That's not a they, that's anotha year

That's anotha ball park all together

Frank got a fake gold No Limit's tank

A golden forty five pointed at the pitcher

Muthafuckas wanna play a pickup game?

Bones hit the strands

I'm so on my own shit that I won't quit

I'm so on my own out here that I can't quit

If ya quarrel leavin', paint it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood

Fuck bodies bang this in yo church

Ya can sang wit me it's free

Styles I got piles, flows I got miles

Show I got crowds, hoes I'm not proud

Open yo mouth, slow leakin' out, luv ya a beer

Towels on the flo', vowels on the flo'

Grounds on the floor, now ya record? Loud as a boar

Why would a boy look in the mirror?

I say today is the day that I wake up and walk outside

And the entire globe turns bright purple just by poppin' this lil pill here, ya dig?

I'm the reincarnate of a Vietnam vet. chasin' a group thru the jungle

Wit a mind like a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm chewin/ on a twig

My great great grand daddy fed me pepper and told me it was chocolate

He must of known I need some spice in life, I was too big fo' this piece of shit town

Ya try puttin' a dream inside a box, that box would implode

Dilapidate, evaporate, desaturated wit sound

Fo' the folks in the back of the broken Volkswagen

Parkin' the bug in the parkin' lot and rollin' baggies

Walkin' around the festival, then profitin' off the these people yearnin', burnin'

Fo' that LSD, fo' the lettuce head in me

I give ya most props if ya grow crops

Keep yo tiedie and flip flops

Yippe-kyyay if ya don't stop (don't stop)

(Outr0: Hendrix)

And at the same time I'm right here in your picture frame

Yeah! What did I say now

Cuz I'm a voodoo child

Lord knows, I'm a voodoo chile