| They should’ve never, ever let you out
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| Cold animal with a mouth from the South
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| What you gonna say, what you gonna do
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| As you know they comin', comin' after you
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| Watch out for the D-Boys
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| Watch out for the boys in blue
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| You better keep it movin', big boy
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| You know they’re takin' shots at you
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| Cos you’re an animal, oh
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| Here we go, Alabama’s own buddy, Promenade
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| And I’m in the zone now, everybody
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| Bringin' em home baby, to the stage
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| Slick Rick E. Bobby in a Nascar
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| Runnin' over motherfuckers like I’m in a bar
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| Sentimental motherfuckers in a cookie jar
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| Be the late night snack I’m Santa Claus
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| Down in Panama beach, drunk in my underalls
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| Playin' underwear volleyball with your broad
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| I ain’t bothered by your triple D’s, not at all
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| Let me hold em up for ya baby while you walk
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| Wanna get the party bumpin' let me do my thing
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| Get the marijuana plant need watering
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| Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling
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| Know what I mean, Butter bean, Badda Badda Bing
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| Trashy white, pass the mic, yeah I’m doin' em dirty
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| Fists start pumpin' when I’m in the lights, like I’m rappin' in Jersey
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| Never get elegant
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| In elementary, never learned to write in cursive
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| Raised by the country B-Boys, I’m elegantly perfect
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| Rack it in, pack em in, to the back again, wrap it up
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| Rap it in, sicker than a pack of ten mini-thins
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| You’ll get when I win but I won’t lose
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| In fact I’m gonna win, win again with another hand
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| Here’s another hand, here’s another hand
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| Dealer, can I get another hand
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| Here’s a hand, king king king king king
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| Bitch, Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South
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| And you know we’re gettin' clean, rich yeah!
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| They should’ve never, ever let you out
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| Cold animal with a mouth from the South
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| What you gonna say, what you gonna do
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| As you know they comin', comin' after you
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| Watch out for the D-Boys
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| Watch out for the boys in blue
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| You better keep it movin', big boy
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| You know they’re takin' shots at you
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| Cos you’re an animal, oh
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| Candy-coated whip, runnin' over candy coated rappers (Vroom!)
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| Panties on her drip, do a back flip for me baby be an acrobatic actor (Action!)
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| Do a cart wheel on a bar
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| Will you do a cart wheel while I chill on a bar stool
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| Will I throw a dart at a wet seal
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| Well if I see a whale I’m a throw a fuckin' harpoon
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| Go Looney Toons, and lose your fruit of the looms
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| To prove you’re in the room, you’re shroomin' to the moon
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| But in the mornin' you’re wakin' up like a broom
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| Swept off your feet cause Yelawolf ain’t a groom
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| I ain’t poppin' the cherry, I’m poppin' berry
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| Moonshine, hop in the bedroom let’s move
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| If you wanna compare me, compare me
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| To a legend don’t compare me to a young fool
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| Go get a gun, go get a gun, I’ll get a Cinnabun, now sit upon your fuckin' roof
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| I live it son, I get it done, fuck anyone
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| Yeah fuck anyone who ain’t fuckin' with the crew
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| Yeah throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody skate
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| Cause I’m a lord, I’mma doggytown, (WOLF!) A.L.A.B.A.M.A, my state
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| My state of my mind 1985 wide body, lookin' for the little small town keg party
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| Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie, get shitty like a porta-potty
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| So, jump on the paddy wagon like a Pakistani
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| Packin' a Mac 11, with a pack of maniacs, 11:30
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| Back at it again, I’m ready for the battle, when and where muthafucka?
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| They let another cracker in, yeah!
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| They should’ve never, ever let you out
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| Cold animal with a mouth from the South
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| What you gonna say, what you gonna do
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| As you know they comin', comin' after you
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| Watch out for the D-Boys
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| Watch out for the boys in blue
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| You better keep it movin', big boy
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| You know they’re takin' shots at you
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| Cos you’re an animal, oh |