Yelawolf - Pissn In A Barrel Of Beez lyrics

[Intro] WOLF! (Yellow! Yellow! Yellow!-- WOLF; pissin' in a barrel of beez Yelawolf! Volume one WOLF... let's set it AAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUU! [Hook] Look at me! My belt buckle's unlatched I'm holding my wee-wee, this way Come watch my back I gotta pee-pee f** 'em all I'll hold my balls and urinate on the industry f** 'em, I'm pissin' in a barrel of beez [Verse 1] Mamaaaa! Mama, look; no hands I dip my dick in a jar of honey, and I'm peein' in a bucket of fire ants Wait, them ain't fire ants! sh**, them bumble bees! But I still won't budge, I don't give a motherf** If they crawled on my jungle weeds I'm done with these, overrated, slow-paced, wanna-be motor bikes You're tricycles, peddling hard A bumble bee has one strike Them soldiers slow your roll; you're supposed to be in line Twenty-fours never made a rapper spit hard You can only get a buzz when you fly Amazing, n' craving them flowers like women, bouquets Set a purple haze, Yelawolf I have an MC pushing up daisies, grinning Standing six feet, nothin' And I drank a whole lake I gotta go real bad And I got a belly ache The great flood is back; I'm attacking the best of the best Surround them with my sound, in this yellow sea of stress Hurting, long waiting, hard writing, and sh**ty deals And if that don't drown ya', you'll hit the Chevrolet windshield; splat! [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Excuse me, anybody seen a bathroom around here? I've been holding this sh** back for so long That I'm dancing with my hand on my balls like a queer Here, here, I said it Gotta let it go, gotta bigger head; swollen Headed to the lab with a Ding-Dong Like a deep sea fishing pole, and Throw my line in with the bait hook Got a great white following my books sh** that I wrote floats like a bobber Sit back unappeared, unbothered Jumping up when I see it bump Just let the shark come near Here fishy fishy! Here fishy fishy fishy fishy; now swallow This, piss, b**h; rich in nutrients Let it go in your party bowl Sticks to your dips and chips Licks, taste, great; it'll make you live Not dog a bite; I'm Golga-white With a bottle breaker, and then a keg of Heineken Fight like an Irishman Fight like a wolf; I'm still growling Marking my territory with my leg hiked, you know where to find him Y-E-LA, W-O-L-F that spells the chief Pissin' on, H-O-T, B-E-A-T; that spells relief! [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Oh my goodness, you've got motive Chopped down, like an overgrown bush with a weed eater Wet up the spot, with me, Peter Run up on that 808 kit, take a sh** Hike my paw-paw, and drain 'me lizard Wolf relieved himself on top of the track with a three-liter Did you like this song before we did it? (Naw) Me neither! Well pull out your Johnson motherf**er; if you got a twat then squat Do it if you want to little mama; if you got what's hot, then drop But don't sit on the meat cleaver; you can't clean up blood with a mop I do my sh** sober... do you need some X when you rock? Well here's a triple stack (HAUUUUUH!) --now pop Hot rocks, meteor damage putting holes in your Chevy top I do not stop Ceiling is damaged, now you're really riding in a drop You could ride or die, or die to ride a drumkick, and then get shot Blew by the police by the hot sh** security; you are stopped Hold up, freeze Step out of my vehicle, rewind This sh** is pitiful Must I get rid of you? Must I piss on you? [Hook x2] [Outro] Takes big balls! Watch out dog! Missy Elliott, Dallas Austin, Mona Scott! UPN! God damn MTV... BET... I'm coming!