[Verse 1: Yelawolf] Yeah, Slumdon Bridge Mr. Red, Catfish Light me up Let's go I'm out to bark again, ball cracked on the target, demolish it Don't jump out your seat, nah, take a squat and then Think while I jump back on the beat, like I need audiences To speak too like a leech, needs to retrieve blood Should I creep into these ambient sounds with the speech? Obvious Witness the retardedness with cerebral palsy, that's several pauses You might need a coffin with holes in the top, with these tubes to receive oxygen (yeah) You're buried alive like a freak, six feet Clawin' and snatchin' and all And like a cat, and a dog And a rat, and a hog In a pen With a frog and all there is to eat Is frog and they Beat each to a pulp with nails, teeth, and jaws and then They fight to the d**h for at least a piece off of him See that, you back two bars again He's asleep in a coffin, man I'm all thee all that's been, ever was, I'm the start of it You mention the squad and then You mention the god of pens Not of men, but of harder than Flesh, I'm harder than titanium, bra** plates that are polished in Sticking emcees up like a fly-trap, or a bobby-pin When I rap, I'm astonishing I attack tracks like a train-track strapped to a bomb and send Shockwave's that's what I made, got this ba*tard popping then I spit on my pop's grave without apologin' Take sh**s on shihtzus Pisses on igloos Throw it up til the whole f**ing world is sick too Vomitin' stomach-fluid like you just ate sh**-stew Did I say sh** again? Do I give a sh**, dude? Neither does Little Johnny give a sh** if he sniffed glue Or Bethoveen care if you like his hair or the stick used To orchestrate, or does a porpoise hate when you dip through Swimming in his ocean, no, he just moves What I'm trying to say is, it's my motherf**ing ocean And I crossed it Built the bridge, Slumdon Bridge, holla!