Yelawolf - Alabama Song Freestyle

Song Rating: 8.63/10

Song lyrics:

[Bridge]
Billys in the backseak drunk hangin out of that
Window of a rusty dump
Cigarette butts in the floorboard, honey and
Another 30 pack in the trunk

[Verse 1]
And Im covered in tattoos
Step in this pocket, my #2 pencils and shoes
Fruit of the f**in loom, boa constrictor boots
Mow up your f**in lawn with an 82 vehicle
Put premium gas in a medium gla**
Chug it, spit fire, then laugh at a helium mask
Yall couldt f** with the verse if you rehearsed the diss
6 months later and gave it to DJ Drama for horn stabs
I dont battle, I war
Im from the country where dope dealers run the rap game
sh**, f** Imma battle for?
I aint with that bullsh**, I aint no matador
Im MCA tapes, 808s, rattlin floors
Im an AK, love, hate, Im a catalyst for
Crackers who act a rabbit and jump when I crack in the door
Speaking of act a rabbit, yall ready know who Im wit
I dont know why youre still acting unsure, sh**
I feel like slappin these whores
Shut up loser, youre stupid
Reach in that cooler and grab me a Coors
It dont matter if you mad that Im more
Badder and more savage than these other rappers before, cuz
Of my style of clothes, my path and a past record
b**h s** a sack of sh** while I stack up a sack of awards
Internet goons they beg and they cry and they b**h and they moan
But this is what I see when they ride...

Let me do you a f**in favor...

[Verse 2]
And its syanora, bye-bye


And Im on a higher floor youre gonna need to provide
A picture, ID to sit with messiahs boy in the sky
An ancient mayan convoyage through portals and not arrive
To this door in my mortal mind
Tom Sawyer in the divine
Took four years under the vines
Developed a greater grape and then poured you a gla** of wine
Now drink the unthinkable
Put a flame to the tip of that joint and smoke the undreamable
Cause me being who I am is nothing less than a shrink and
Two angels, two demons, a preacher whose leanin
A prophet, a mystic and they all twisted, jerkin off
A cup and to mention the semen
Nine months later, me and my momma playin peek-a-boo
You play with me, Ill put a sheet to use
And I aint talkin klan, Im talkin meat and boot
Drop a hot verse and a hot deuce
And kick that sh** up the street, literally
b**h, you can eat the shoe
My soul is sad like my old dad
Im muddy waters infused with Rude Judes old cold a**
So, d** make me happy, Im an alcoholic
Who fell in the shallow end of a swimming pool holdin a fatty
No Kevin Bone, but that blunt was bone dry
Cuz I held that b**h in the sky
I aint sacrificing no high
In the hospital with a couple of f**in stars
And the first thing I said in that f**in car was

[Sample: Jim Morrison]
Well show me, the way to the next whisky bar
Oh dont ask why [x2]
Show me, the way, to the next whisky bar
Oh dont ask why [x2]
For if we dont find the next whisky bar
I tell you we must die [x2]
I tell, I tell, I tell you, we must die

[Outro]

Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 02:36