Just the Intro

In The Kitchen and It's Taysty
 Bitches in that donk, bitches in that donk
 Piled up, gotta keep that bandana tied up
 Whip a dirty Lambo' out that parkin' lot
 Graffiti on the seat because she bleeding, I don't give a fuck, I'm greedy
 I don't give you truth not worth believing
 Chop the top off of that whip 'cause I don't give a roof a ceiling
 Bottles of that brew until it's suds
 Throw that bitch into the crowd, watch the socket come unplugged
 (Throw hands) Throw hands in the pit
 Baby boy is on his shit, tall cans and the fifth, yeah
 40 ounce and the fifth, that's an algorithm
 40 now and gettin' rich, baby, how you feelin'?
 Told you I'd be Willie Nelson of this rappin' shit
 Forget my verses and won't play none of my classic hits
 You shoulda been there when I cared about what peoplе thought
 I've been dope and it don't matter how much wеight they bought
 Talk, Yelawolf is iconic
 Blacksheep, white boys, it ain't nothin' but ironic
 Ironic, I brought it, I rock it
 Caught the wave like I was silver surfin' Milky Way's comets
 Milky Way with the silky wave droppin', that's
 Slick Ricky Bobby on the song and that's
 Quick, bitch, go get ya boy some prophylac'
 'Tics, 'cause I'm only fuckin' beats raw
 They were sippin' on it, thought that it was cognac
 Make a pussy nervous 'bout his life, he hypochondriac
 Man, I came a long way from ounces out the laundromat
 Serve a zombie somethin', make him wonder where his mommy at
 Launderin' the money 'cause it's written in the stars, that my zodiac
 All that bluffin' y'all was doin', gotta show me that
 Yelawolf, young Cas, in the trap house
 Drawin' so much out the plugs, reasons why there's blackouts
 Put the black strap inside of the Chevy box
 My homie hid a kilo out the Betty Crock'
 Bettin' on myself 'cause they contemplatin' tryin' me, they better not
 I'm tryin' out this iron, leave 'em heavy shots
 I send 'em to Heaven's gates, I'm a fuckin' opportunist
 I go optimize the units and I dramatize the eulog'
 Bullets penetrate, by my eyes they know I'm zooted
 All my diamonds undiluted, all your wives could get recruited
 I regenerate, every time I win, I call it back to basics
 Ayy, wonderin' where you should go to sleep
 Far away from me 'cause that's where it's the safest
 If you cross me once, I ain't tryna preach, I reach for the hammer
 There's so many straps in here, they thought it was east Atlanta
 Shots came out anonymous, it's no secret Santa
 'Cause you know who it is, I gotta teach y'all some manners
 Teach y'all some manners, learn your manners, yes sir
 And leave that bullshit on the curb, word
 Pullin' up outta that Chevy
 With every one of my people on go
 A million up by the weekend
 And both of my bosses on payroll
 Flyin' out the parkin' lot
 With the bus full of partyin' baddies and hoes
 Went to sleep on 'em like I was a lion
 'Cause tomorrow's another show, ayy
 Both are beside of me and the fire
 How I get it, I'll never know
 I show my bro
 How to go take him a ounce and then shake it and turn it to gold
 Over the stove
 All of this water I've touched, it's like it was a waterin' hole
 I gotta slaughter the goat
 Tell him that it never came and charge him for mo'
 Yeah, weekend, where the weekend
 Gonna peek in peepholes for the peepshow
 Boy, we go creepin' for the reason
 No crease in the jeans, no, only holes
 Rockstar, we're the rockstar
 Wanna pop bras off and throw that bra like a backdrop
 In the back of the Caprice
 With her two feet up like field goals, every show
 Ayy, my gun be geekin'
 And the deacon could get hit too and the piece reload
 And I got a petri dish full of ET shit
 We lit, I can see the globe
 Blowin' like C4
 But the mushroom cloud full of weed smoke
 I'm bustin' down feelings of ego
 I'm touchin' the crowd, I'm up over the top lookin' for C-notes
 Catfish Billy, bitch, and I'm on top like really, bitch
 Comin' up from the gutter my benefit
 Get popped like a dog for a livin'
 Put a rock in a stack like a pyramid
 Put a map on the dash
 I'm high as an aircraft and I'm public danger
 Put the plane on the hanger
 The boys are back for the pack and they got a banger
 No hands but I'm armed and dangerous
 No plan but I always manage
 How the fuck they made someone like me famous?
 Kickin' ass that I'm never gon' see, anus
 Ain't it, funny, how I'm on top, limitless?
 And against the odds like immigrants
 All they ever tried do was limit this
 But I see the potential
 And I pushed work out a residential
 And I went crashed the rental
 But I ain't pay for the coverage or incidentals
 But it's all good
 Millions accumulated off of only the pen and pencil
 You goin' broke at the same time I'm gettin' rich
 I guess it was coincidental
 Pick a pepper, pick a record, pick a second
 Pick up a paper and pick it apart
 Quote it up, quote it up, beat it up, throw it up
 Throw it up 'til you are sick of this art
 Sick of this artist, kick the table, the bar's flipped
 No bar skipped, the bar's up, the target? Of course us
 Blacksheep, Yelawolf, bitch (bitch)