[1st Verse : Yelawolf] I’m on the sidewalk with this f-ckin’ skateboard And these dirty ass jeans I’m the boy that stole a pack of Twinkies And a bottle that’s green I never gave a f-ck about environmental shit Throw my empty bottle in the gutter Rednecks four’ wheelin’ screaming “skate or die dude” F-ck you motherf-cker (f-ck you motherf-cker) I’m a car wreck in a swamp I drown victims slow With these words that I lay Pigs on the corner got an eye for my kind Cause we ignore laws everyday What do you mean I’m white trash? Grab my nuts and kick Your poodle in the face I’m sick to the soul with hate Cause I’m the bitch that society raped So what’a ya say?
[2nd Verse : Yelawolf] My body is covered in tattoos That are totally offensive If I did It, I did for life No regrets, you know that I meant it I ain’t bothered by Racist My family is worldwide, ho come get it I’ll take you to the gutter Like a cigarette butt in the rain Let Shawty Fatt spit it (Yeah!!) You motherf-ckers are lost, get your maps out And follow me into the creek water I didn’t forget where I came, jus how to ignore m My musical calling That crack on the window on the Chevy’s Been there for over 7 months Along with Jon Newport’s beer bottle caps and the Roaches of WillPower’s blunts So what’a ya say?
[3rd Verse : Killer Mike] People why shit is so wrong Why they won’t let all our soldiers come home Why them boys who get caught with such small amounts of dope/on the Ave do bids so long They bids so long by the time they get to come home Mamas is gone and babies is grown And baby mama that was tight in that thong Fat as a f-ck and her body all gone Pay for it cash her ass is gone She never worked so the stash is gone Government rations she gets on Year after year she get check after check A gangster come home already in debt The government say you owe $50k For all the free lunches that yo baby ate Do you go legit, and never have shit? Or G’ up and re-up and get you a brick? (yeah) Get you a brick (yeah)
[Killer Mike] See what you suckas don’t understand is This ain’t even about race This is about who got it and who ain’t got it So if I’m on the bottom And you on the bottom We’re the same color… Dirty F-ckin’ Poor!