Yelawolf – Punk (feat. Travis Barker & Juicy J)

A thousand miles and running
Paint the wall from Alabama to Atlanta
With every single one of my misfits
Make you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo your face
The culture is that slum, and I’m not alone
Pen and paper, this one’s for the books
Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up
Everything I’m talkin’ real, I ain’t make it up
To the corner in a Travis Caddy
And shake and then fall and break with that bottom bass
Comin’ out for the kill
Yeah, since they’re sleepin’ on me, let me wake ’em up
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
I’m on my new shit, still ready and ruthless
Still bumpin’ Three 6 all day, Hank Williams all day
With them lowriders on the west side
I’m a million lightyears away from the dark
With the skateboarders, punks and rowdies
I’m a wanted man and I’m on the run
Then get drunk and run amuck
So promenade when the lights in the ballroom swing
I know you probably think I care, but I don’t give a fuck

Everything I’m talkin’ real, I ain’t make it up
A public nuisance
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, send it
Yeah, since they’re sleepin’ on me, let me wake ’em up
But I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, really I don’t give a fuck
Lift kits from the south
Leave these haters with a cane to walk
I’m Psycho White—oh no
Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up
Everybody in this motherfucker jumpin’, footprints on the wall
Take these lames with a grain of salt
But I ain’t givin’ up, I’d rather live it up
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Backseat full of crooks
If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied
But I ain’t givin’ up, I’d rather live it up
With a cop I’m a nervous wreck
[Chorus: Juicy J]
I’m alive, a loaded gunnin’
Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up
Jump in the passenger seat of my ’69 and hit the bootleg house
But I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
But I feel right at home
I’m a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile
But mama tried
I never could keep a job ’cause I rob and I take
This I know, because Nas told me so
Mama tried to harvest early and the pot died
And with this shit we’re gonna have a ball
Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up
And show ’em this country savvy
I put a flag in Nashville, and I’m feelin’ right at home
Let’s go, I’ve got it cranked, it’s parked out front
I don’t give a fuck, really I don’t give a fuck
They still swervin’ in my lane, they need to give it up
And the whole world is yours
And I leave you with nothing left
Gimme the losers, the ones who don’t fit in
I know you probably think I care, but I don’t give a fuck

Damn right, so give me that bag of money real quick
Bitch, that’s how we’re showin’ up
I, am, Yelawolf, and I’m feelin’ right at home

To center who my friends, the men around me was
I don’t gamble
All I wanna do is take aim, assault, tell my story
They still swervin’ in my lane, they need to give it up

I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a semi-truck
Swing around the mosh pit Dosie Doe
And I’m goin’ back to Cali to the allies where they packin’ rallies
Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that’s all it takes

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]

I don’t deal with these whose whose in this mass appeal
Catfish Billy and a Dobro
Country boy can survive
From Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic view