Me an’ Yelawolf tear the roof off this muthaf-cka You aint got the umph, you’re a hoof, to the foot of an elephant Hello tuts you look so eloquent, it’s what I tell a cunt Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I’m tryna tell the cashier what I want They say I act like an asshole When I pull up at the White Castle And I ask for an application, throw it back in her face an’ Tell the bitch I’m a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper That I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper? Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada chance I was thinkin’ about buying you some clothes But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart But the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes I thought Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what’dya know They don’t carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttin’ toe tags on you muthaf-ckin’ hoe bags What a trailer trash pioneer? I am here, that’s why I’m here I don’t got a rhyme book it’s more like a muthaf-ckin’ diary of diarrhea! Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language Middle fingers aimed at you so we don’t gotta SCREAM AT YOU! Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident I went to go tell ‘em all to go get BUCKED But I’m not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up