Yelawolf - Director's Cut lyrics

(Psycho motherf**er) (Psycho motherf**er) [Verse 1:] I took my Buck night Stuck it in my bag In a black Jansport that I've had since 2000 cla** And some duct tape, the last of a roll I used The first of it I used to patch a hole in my bedroom window gla** I broke into my trailer because this b**h locked me out She took my keys and threw them into the yard, but I haven't cut my gra** Plus it was dark when I got home, I was driving fast But the made it hard to see the road and I drove right past Had to turn around in a cul de sac, dead end And I barely made into my dirt drive, running out of gas A late night at work, another tailspin Got fired so I hit the bar and I got trashed I stumbled in to find a note, "I'm gone" "No sh**, b**h" I crumble the note, and threw it on the ground, and picked up the phone "f**", she cut the wire, busted the jack with a hammer I know, cause I can see that the plastic got bashed I was so mad, that I went sober With a forced laugh, I reached for the last thing that I need in my sack (haha) A picture of us in a cab, the night we said it would work out That didn't last, a couple dollars short, or maybe just the wrong path The reason was irrelevant to me, cause I just wanted payback So I jumped in my truck, put the dash, spitted gas And a bag pack duct tape and buck knife, and that was that Thinking [Hook:] This must be a movie Cause I'm about to roll tape again I'm about to make a movie Michael Myers and Superman "Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!" Michael Myers and Superman Is it a game? Or is it insane? Michael Myers and Superman [Verse 2:] I pulled out the driveway, took a right on Rainbow Drive While I tried to keep my truck alive, pumping down the street I believe it was 55 outside, cold, and the window was frosted Truck died and then I crawled into the pump station Barely making it to the pump I walked in, put my last 10 dollar bills on the desk Snuck a pack of cigarettes in my pocket As he reached for the register, the thought sparked in my head To leave him dead, but no, f** it I'll save his life, and put 10 in the bucket I ain't k**ing in public It ain't in my budget The door, I budged it Slid through to the pump my gas as the thought Of all the sh** she put me through, but I was glad I had a reason to go see her now Other than to lay her down I got a reason to treat her like a voodoo doll with this bait I found I made the sound of screeching tires as I pulled out of the station Mind racing for the placement of my rage, I was impatient Movie in the making So I punched the dash and my front windshield cracked Made it harder to see what was in front of me But I mashed on the pedal, stomping through the floor With a leak in the door The wind whistled like a missile in a war, or a bullet from a pistols bore Reached under my seat for a bottle of whiskey and took a shot While my stomach was in a knot, nerves shot I mulled over the plot "When I find this b**h, I'll put her in a [?]lock, with a rope and a sock Duct taped on her mouth and make her look at a clock And every second, I'm going to pop one of her boyfriend's fingers With a vise grip, while he's screaming at me, "No! Stop!" When I make it to his knees While he's tied to a metal chair, with radio wires hooked to a live battery I'm going to grab his head and make him stare at you While you drill holes in his kneecaps with a screw And this is only preview to scene 2! Take 1 [Hook] [Screaming] [Hook] "Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!" Is it a game? Or is it insane?