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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Vocals
Mike Hartnett
Mike Hartnett
Bass Guitar
Peter Keys
Peter Keys
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Jonsin
Jim Jonsin
Producer
Niko Marzouca
Niko Marzouca
Mixing Engineer
Robert Marks
Robert Marks
Mixing Engineer
Slumerican
Slumerican
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Catfish Billy mane, harder than a pinecone Hoppin' off an aeroplane, dropped in your time zone Trailer park pimp shit, I don't want the red rope Fuck all the report cards, bitch, I know that I'm dope We know how to get bud, some of them do cocaine Take it to the moshpit, gang, gang, gang, gang Tailor made boots on 'em, shotgun shell hot Do it for the slums now, from the AL dot Rock from a slingshot, straight to the target Window on the Honda, in the black market Coulda been a crime boss, playin' with a full deck I don't care about the cost, now the red alert full threat 'Cause you know that I'm dope Used to be a bad mouth, runnin' 'round the house Sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks If I got caught, I would end up in my room Set down 30 minutes with the mouth full of soap Put it all on paper, go to sleep Then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed fo' Now I make a livin' sellin' all the bad words to the kids like me Who would grow to be dope Used to be a bad mouth, runnin' 'round the house Sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks If I got caught, I would end up in my room Set down 30 minutes with the mouth full of soap Put it all on paper, go to sleep Then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed fo' Now I make a livin' sellin' all the bad words to the kids like me Walkin' on thin ice, got a lot of weight on me You don't wanna roll the dice, gotta ride a team homie Talk about money well, I don't really give a damn Got your girl by the ponytail, she don't wanna lead a man 40 in a paper bag, blood on the sidewalk Must've been the aftermath, somebody shit talked Neighborhood gone wild, needles in the trash pile Used to never get a callback, now they got me on speed dial Feet in the reptiles and my head's on cloud nine Took a hit of dab now and I don't have no mind Outta body, in the zone, stoned like a white boy Still sittin' on chrome, out for the night boy And you know that I'm dope Used to be a bad mouth, runnin' 'round the house Sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks If I got caught, I would end up in my room Set down 30 minutes with the mouth full of soap Put it all on paper, go to sleep Then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed fo' Now I make a livin' sellin' all the bad words to the kids like me Who would grow to be dope Used to be a bad mouth, runnin' 'round the house Sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks If I got caught, I would end up in my room Set down 30 minutes with the mouth full of soap Put it all on paper, go to sleep Then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed fo' Now I make a livin' sellin' all the bad words to the kids like me Got a belt for a shoestring, hangin' off the blue jeans Saggin' like a wet dog, limpin' off of codeine Bitch got an attitude, she just wanna be mean Now she got a napkin, wipin' off the Maybelline Rainin' on Broadway, lights on the ground now Got up in his alleyway, set the Harley down now Polka dot suit on her, Rockabilly clown guy Polka dot bullet holes, you don't wanna clown now Crawford kickstand, leanin' like a G does Clique got the loud pipes, you know that we does Wind in the trees split, all of them leaves up Mobbin' like an army, fuck boy freeze up Yeah, the group comin' in, lookin' for the green buds Roll it on the table, everybody sees us Fire up the zigzag, smoke in the air now Second-hand buzz and the weight it won't leave us They said be careful what you say Hot shit, goddamn, motherfucker, I'm dope Used to be a bad mouth, runnin' 'round the house Sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks If I got caught, I would end up in my room Set down 30 minutes with the mouth full of soap Put it all on paper, go to sleep Then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed fo' Now I make a livin' sellin' all the bad words to the kids like me Who would grow to be dope Used to be a bad mouth, runnin' 'round the house Sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks If I got caught, I would end up in my room Set down 30 minutes with the mouth full of soap Put it all on paper, go to sleep Then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed fo' Now I make a livin' sellin' all the bad words to the kids like me Who would grow to be dope To the bad, bad mouth lil' shits like me Turn that negativity to creativity That's Slumerican Yeah, who's gonna be dope?
Writer(s): Michael Atha, Michael Hartnett, Peter Pisarczyk, James Scheffer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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