Dope (feat. Jellyroll)

Peep gang
 My shit's dope
 Dope
 Dope
 Dope
 Shoot it in your veins
 Snort it up like coke
 You can hear it in your brain
 You can feel it to your soul
 Have you runnin' up talkin'
 'Bout you fiendin' for some mo', let 'em know
 Know
 Know
 Know
 I got the chicken and waffle
 Like I was all in Roscoe's
 Man, I'm never gon' stop
 I'ma kill it at rock shows
 For the Juggalos and sinners
 And all of the lost souls, here we go
 Go
 Go
 Go
 I'ma bring my Wicked shit all over the whole globe
 The beat is on fire, man, the rapping is so cold
 And I can play every instrument, even the dope, bro, like
 Aye aye
 Even if you feeling like, I'll never do what you do
 Don't get too comfortable, cause, I'm coming for you, true
 Spit it when I'm comin' with the hits, like YouTube (bombbb)
 Y'all tippy-toe around the wicked flow that I'm (onnn)
 I won't stop until the atomic blast goes off, and we're (gooone)
 Bye-bye to the life in the hole
 But before die, before I go
 I'm making sure that everybody know
 My shits dope!
 Dope
 Dope
 Dope (yea-yeah)
 Tell me my shit ain't dope
 My shit's dope
 Dope
 Dope
 Dope (yea-yeah)
 Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope
 My shit's dope (dope, man!)
 Dope (dope, man!)
 Dope (d,dope, man!)
 Dope (yea-yeah)
 Tell me my shit ain't dope
 My shit's dope
 Dope
 Dope
 Dope (yea-yeah)
 Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope (dope, man!)
 A'right, Jelly Roll, Young Wicked, I got you (a'right)
 Came from the bottom
 I'm a product of the struggle
 And that goes
 For every motherfucker
 I know (I know)
 I was a long shot
 Back from the bottom
 I came (I came)
 Out the motherfuckin'
 Gutter, I rose (I rose)
 Jellyroll, you so country, dog
 But, fuck 'em all
 I feel like I'm above the law
 An' fuck the talk (fuck the talk)
 'Fore I argue with you, these days
 I swear, I will fuck yo' broad
 Fo' real
 Me and Wicked were kickin' shit
 And politickin' shit
 About how my fat-ass
 Jus' spread my white-trash
 On all this wicked shit, haha
 That' Violent J
 Malicious shit
 I'm Shaggy's twin
 With a vicious twist
 I swear
 I'm somewhere
 B'tween Kid Rock
 And that ol' Twiztid shit
 That's fuckin' crazy
 That's dope, baby
 That's dope, baby
 Eric Clapton
 Cocaine
 Make it happen
 An' I'll be cool
 If I don't make it rappin'
 This shit dope
 I had to do it
 Plus, I love makin' music
 Money to be made
 Then take me to it (take me to it)
 Ya'll know how we do it
 That's dope!
 Dope, dope, dope (yea-yeah)
 Tell me my shit ain't dope
 My shit's dope
 Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
 Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope
 My shit's dope
 Tell me my shit ain't dope
 My shit's dope (dope, man!)
 Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
 Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope, fucka'
 My shit's dope
 Dope, man!
 Dope! (yea-yeah)
 D-dope, man!
 Dope!
 Dope (dope, man!)
 Juggalo scrub with a bad pitch
 HooDoo, I ain't never really had shit
 'Cept skills on tha mic, skills on the track
 An' I'm rather good with a woman an' a mattress
 I'm da' shit, ya' better get some matches
 I got 'em throwin' up from how good the track is
 I keep the homies focused, we don't get distracted
 You don' wanna provoke us, you could get yo' ass kicked
 Uh, uh (uh, uh)
 The best is all I ever really wanted to be (be)
 Blind to a hata' an' they can't see me, bom, bom
 Young Wicked, with the innovative
 Any hata' get tha' funny feelin'
 When they hear the bass thump
 From out tha back a' my trunk
 Betta' back it up, punk
 Ain' nobody checkin' ma' funk
 Ain' nobody killin' ma' buzz
 Ain' no throwin' ma' high
 Only see me when I'm rollin' right by
 Blowin' blunt smoke in the night sky
 I got ma' dope down to a science
 Master the formula, then you apply it
 If you're city gettin' dry an'
 your lookin' for tha' good shit
 Well, Young Wicked's supplyin' an'
 My shit's dope!
 Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
 Tell me my shit ain't dope
 My shit's dope
 Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
 Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope
 My shit's dope
 Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
 Tell me my shit ain't dope
 My shit's dope
 Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
 Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope, fucka'
 If you're city gettin' dry an'
 your lookin' for tha' good shit
 Well, Young Wicked's supplyin' an'
 My shit's dope!
 Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
 Tell me my shit ain't dope
 My shit's dope
 Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
 Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope
 My shit's dope
 Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
 Tell me my shit ain't dope
 My shit's dope
 Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
 Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope, fucka'
 My shit's dope (yea-yeah)
 Yeeeeeeeeh