Yelawolf - Rack City (Freestyle) lyrics

SourMilk, JustIncredible L.A. Leakers Mustard on the beat ho! Alabama rich, I'm Alabama rich Shady Records, Ghet-O-Vision Hello kids I'm in This b**h with hits, Big Cameron f** around I leave your Momma with a candle lit Speaking of candles lit, happy birthday me Radioactive is a magnet for birthday treats New house, fresh shoes It's like all my opponents saw me and said let's lose Good move Is it me or the fate, let's choose Cause I'm teaching the cla**, you mothaf**as slept through So even the haters only instigating my students But a couple of questions that I won't say yes to Like Mr. Bobalina Mr. Bob Domalina Can I sic em for ya Bob can I pick the chrome nina up And pick em off for ya from afar with the beamer Cause I seen I'm he's a fault he's a real cob-cleaner I should let em loose but I refuse to be an abominator You hate on me and you're probably an Obama hater Laugh at you chronic players, sick with a sonic laser And shoot you from Pluto with a soup bowl full of Now & Laters Weakened and still seeking a shot cause I'm a power-fader Shower these cowards without a doubt of my power And take ya b**h without a shower Til I'm sour ten hours later She'll still come back lying about the wonderful mouth I gave her Ugh, everybody knows I'm a loose cannon with a wick Bout the size a f**ing toothpick But I might go quick and a**ume the damage But I gave this beat it's like a treat for a chief example That I got a way with tracks like a Chinese weave scandal Back away from the bicycle Tricycles fit you better Pick another cypher, better yet pick up a rifle And do yourself a favor k** yourself midget ho And do it next to a river so nobody gotta dig a hole