Yelawolf Radioactive (intro)
[yelawolf]
i am...
i am the american eagle, eyes of a sparrow
right hand branch, left hand arrow
chasing a dollar, and an impala
white trash heart throb, mellow yellow
drinking hard liquor, brauds get on my level
i'm hotter than the bottom side of a whistlin' kettle
they threw a mountain at me, i got hit with a pebble
sent me to hell, and i shit on the devil
try to bury my chevy box but i won't buckle
and that's a deep hole bitch, bring your own shovel
long gone, i'm grown up, and i'm gone cut you
but a grown lady, but if you want a blade then holmes f..ck you
f..ck you till you can't take a shit
yeah i'm a f..cking big body tsunami, better anchor the ship
aim for the ankles and wrist, i came for the dangerous shit
i claimed to be named for the hits, the game is a chain that i grip
slang for the pain of a trip that took the ? and a whip
i became what i came to get the chains for the chain i give
a quarter for your thought, appreciate the contribution
slumerican, i'd appreciate the constitution
alleviate the crew when, i leave a page in ruins
to eat alone, i guess i own each and every room in
the house i built with hopes, no ifs
so i stand with a giant like a king, no stilts
if i'm generation x, i'm selling ex, no pills
dopeman chopping up lines you don't sniff
read'em, i'm bringing back booklets and hookless, lyrics
so you can be certain just in case you didn't hear it
but what he says, come again? what is that?
come to earth, touchdown, i might be your one and back
because you have been running back, stay cool enough to wear
toboggans as a summer hat
steady on the throne i rap, hope there's no one under that
rock that i roll, mosh pit flow
girls on your shoulders get topless at the show
f..ck your mop and glow, can't mop a dirt road
it only makes mud, raised around a deer
i know how to chase bucks
babysitter, 16, taught me how to make f..ck
at 7, i've been raising hell
so i can make it to heaven
pick up a 2-liter but i only need the plastic
i know how to make bombs with the ? acid
butterfly effect over hurricane's magic
tornado pathin', rearview mirror of my '87 classic
i'm talking about gadsden
look mama no hands, i'm radioactive