Yelawolf - Rhyme Room (Episode 1) lyrics

Can't even tell ya how hot it's been All I know is that I make eskimo's sweat, when I grab a pen When it's below ten, degrees Act like I haven't blessed you, pretend, sneeze Walk on the beat bent knees Landlord still buggin' "Can I get the rent please?" I told her I got the money, in my Jiz-eans Don't worry, I spit sixteens like zipped seams (Quook, Pow) I fossilize emcee's T-Rex knock I leave water in cups rippling Said you on vacation just to ask you (Are you tripping!?) Only became your teacher just to pa** you (Rik Riiiing, Riiiing) Tell your b**h she should keep her eyes closed I'm a fire-man, I put the water inside these hose Put her face in the cannon, like Alamo Take a picture of her drinkin' whisky, in designer clothes I told her I would take her out for sushi rolls But I fed her dog food, straight Alpo WHAT?! Did I lie to her too much, confide in her too much Said I was ridin' with the bucks, My pride was hidin' my love But I believe I'm alive I'm alive ya ain't live enough To f** with this poor pimp and these hoes I'm allowed to f** Could it be the way that I f** with a big dick (Haha) Switch the position let me bring it like Slick Rick (Watch) Get on all fours baby, you know how we do it shawty No I don't have a Mercedes but I know how you like Bacardi Hop up in the bucket seat, let me make room for ya Wal-Mart white panties, let me move 'em for ya Alabama I'mma bring the f**in' truth home So tell me hater what would you like up on your tombstone You were lookin' for a fight to pick with me So tell me what the views like sittin' six feet deep