Get Away

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]Yeah, hell of a dayTo load a .22 and take it to the woods and let it ringInto the night and break a bottle with the bulletYes I'm 'bout it motherfucker, not a single solitary thingIs missin' from my southern roots I'm liable just to take a ChevroletAnd run it through the mud for gigglesHuh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapperWho could tell story like my uncle when he's drinkin'Product of a workin' environment, fuck is y'all thinkin'?Meanin' I'm workin'-workin' harder than any artistCan ever do it simply cause I'm made that wayI build a house around your ass before you could realizeThat you were in the neighborhood that Yelawolf madeSo call me a redneck and tell your boys about itTell 'em I'm an Alabama wanna-be, I be thatI'll just take it to the studioAnd drop a bomb on you from a motherfuckin' beanbagI need that..

[Hook: Yelawolf]Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’sBring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken ChevroletTalk til there’s nothing left to sayCause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto waysThen you gon’ have to get away from meDrink some, smoke someYou gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the gunsThen you’ll have to get away from meDrink some, smoke someCause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto waysThen you gone have to get away from me

[Verse 2: Shawty Fatt]Man, I done been through it allI done been up and know what it is to fallPunk police feeling all on my ballsWithout a probable cause, cause a nigga sittin’ tall"Dawg, you gotta do something FattOn the road with Wolf, why did you come back?"Cause them up there, don’t wanna play fairGot me pinned to the wall, like a fucking thumb tack. "Dumb fat!"Dumb hell, criticize a nigga for the crack I sellLike you could give a shit if a nigga eat well or eat at all, wanna see me fallLet ‘em see that? Naw dawg, them liesOnly cause I got Catfish on my sideBitch I'm headed up, up to the skyRoll up, let's get highWavin' them bye, I need that


[Verse 3: Mystikal]20 plus 20 still spittin' 'em outStill piss on your porch and still shit in your houseThen put my dick in your mouth, take it back out, put it back inFuck on the floor, skeet on the couchWhich one of you ugly muthafuckers think you thug enough or rugg enoughOr gutter enough, fast enough to keep up (huh)The most retarded motherfucker in the whole wide worldAin’t stupid or dumb enough to fuck with itIf you in say you in, and if you is handle your mutherfuckin’ businessKnuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up. What we gonna do? Win!Not a nan’ ‘nother nigga outta there can compareTo what I do to these boys on these bars and these scalesIn these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairsI need that!