Yelawolf - Can it be lyrics

[Verse] Yeah Now Yelawolf is only getting funky Ask Mommy I'm a fool come and laugh for me Hit the fame wit' more soul than a sad junkie This ol' cracker sh** on rappers like bad plumming It's overgrown but they couldn't hide my path from me I'm in the truck you you shoulda' seen the white trash coming f** A b**h, I'm trash honey Walking With My Hands Pointed At her throat Like A Mad Mummy lap s**as' around the track Mash Money bank wads and paint jobs could get the cash from me Treat everybody like a wall to a crash dummy jesus I mean that's A call to the last coming a cheetah was never seen this fast running Like I do rap hunny can't you hear the echo to the bra** humming I want it all I want the last something if there's something to be got I want to get the got and leave the rats nothing and if the GOD, GOT GOT by the last monkey I'm a gorilla the vanilla bean, that's hungry Hungry enough to eat a burrito full of mayo and gla** clumsy when I'm drunk off Off a gla** of bra** monkey giving up is like giving my dad money I'm better off giving up, cause I'll never see back the cash from em Family values are a drag sunny, when you're from Alabama Even grandma's lookin' for that fast money [Hook] Hello Bootleg kev and yelawolf and we say Howdy How you doing out there Hello Can it be that it was all so simple I'm sorry Or does anyone even f**ing care And im back like a f**in fetus between the knees of a cheetah k**ed by the coathanger, my throat rangled i breath in this mic Reachin for credit but im really reachin for cleavage From the b**h of the rap game i want milk, i won't believe it if you say i dont deserve im worth it, im worth adidas and gold chains and fedoras and all that come for the reason To be a part of the leaders the preachers and money seekers Thatll turn my project come into a f**in platinum leaker, or gold at least come on i mean i'm not a golden retriever But i receive the gold even if i win by a needle The people winnin i see em i got em im on their heel, with the tank and a militia with a mission like Steven Siegel Deceivin the sheeps illegal i need the sheep to be smarter, im a martyr but im not a creep you should know when you see the eagle The script and the seven seagrams the sip and the shine is lethal, but a drunk bird in flights like a baby drivin a regal But maybe the babys fright and my flight is only a piece of the story cause im not boring im an entertainer to the people In your brain like i thought, im the prince to the Sheila cause Sheila's my momma, and this purple reign in my roof leaks to the bucket but f** it all i fix roofs and i fix heaters So i never stay cold for long im too strong im a two seater in a used beamer with a corvette engine on an empty street wit a nitrous tank but the night is blank and i got no high beams to see But a high beam to me, is a jim beam high hi bean how ya be 3-3-3