Yelawolf - Alabama Song Freestyle lyrics

[Bridge] Billy's in the backseak drunk hangin' out of that Window of a rusty dump Cigarette bu*ts in the floorboard, honey and Another 30 pack in the trunk [Verse 1] And I'm covered in tattoos Step in this pocket, my #2 pencils and shoes Fruit of the f**in' loom, boa constrictor boots Mow up your f**in' lawn with an '82 vehicle Put premium gas in a medium gla** Chug it, spit fire, then laugh at a helium mask Y'all could't f** with the verse if you rehearsed the diss 6 months later and gave it to DJ Drama for horn stabs I don't battle, I war I'm from the country where dope dealers run the rap game sh**, f** I'mma battle for? I ain't with that bullsh**, I ain't no matador I'm MCA tapes, 808s, rattlin' floors I'm an AK, love, hate, I'm a catalyst for Crackers who act a rabbit and jump when I crack in the door Speaking of act a rabbit, y'all ready know who I'm wit I don't know why you're still acting unsure, sh** I feel like slappin' these who*es Shut up loser, you're stupid Reach in that cooler and grab me a Coors It don't matter if you mad that I'm more Badder and more savage than these other rappers before, cuz Of my style of clothes, my path and a past record b**h s** a sack of sh** while I stack up a sack of awards Internet goons they beg and they cry and they b**h and they moan But this is what I see when they ride... Let me do you a f**in' favor... [Verse 2] And it's syanora, bye-bye And I'm on a higher floor you're gonna need to provide A picture, ID to sit with messiah's boy in the sky An ancient mayan convoyage through portals and not arrive To this door in my mortal mind Tom Sawyer in the divine Took four years under the vines Developed a greater grape and then poured you a gla** of wine Now drink the unthinkable Put a flame to the tip of that joint and smoke the undreamable Cause me being who I am is nothing less than a shrink and Two angels, two demons, a preacher whose leanin' A prophet, a mystic and they all twisted, jerkin off A cup and to mention the semen Nine months later, me and my momma playin' peek-a-boo You play with me, I'll put a sheet to use And I ain't talkin klan, I'm talkin meat and boot Drop a hot verse and a hot deuce And kick that sh** up the street, literally b**h, you can eat the shoe My soul is sad like my old dad I'm muddy waters infused with Rude Jude's old cold a** So, d** make me happy, I'm an alcoholic Who fell in the shallow end of a swimming pool holdin' a fatty No Kevin Bone, but that blunt was bone dry Cuz I held that b**h in the sky I ain't sacrificing no high In the hospital with a couple of f**in' stars And the first thing I said in that f**in' car was [Sample: Jim Morrison] Well show me, the way to the next whisky bar Oh don't ask why [x2] Show me, the way, to the next whisky bar Oh don't ask why [x2] For if we don't find the next whisky bar I tell you we must die [x2] I tell, I tell, I tell you, we must die [Outro]