Animal
by Yelawolf
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[Intro]
Yeah i´d like to sing you a little ditty
[Chorus: Fefe Dobson]
They should´ve never, ever let you out
Cold animal with the mouth from the South
Watch you gonna say, what you gonna do
As you know they comin´, comin´ after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it movin´, big boy
You know they´re takin´ shots at you
Cos you´re an animal, oh
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Here we go, Alabama´s own buddy, Promenade
And I´m in the zone now, everybody
Bringin´ em home baby, tour the stage
Slick Rick E. Bobby in a Nascar
Runnin´ over motherfuckers like I´m in a bar
Sentimental motherfuckers in a cookie jar
Beat a late night snack, I´m Santa Claus
Down to Panama beach, drunk in my underalls
Playin´ underwear volleyball with your bra
I ain´t bothered by your triple D´s, not at all
Let me hold em up for ya baby while you walk
Wanna get the party bumpin´ let me do my thing
Get the marijuana plant need watering
Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling
Know what I mean, butterin´ butter butter bing
Trashy white, pass the mic, yeah I´m doin´ em dirty
Fists start pumpin´ when I´m in the lights, like I´m rappin´ in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I´m elegantly perfect
Rack it in, pack em in, to the back again, rap it up
Rap it in, sicker than a pack of ten mini-thins
You´ll get when I win but I won´t lose
In fact I´m gonna win, win again with another hand
Here´s another hand, here´s another hand
Dealer, can I get another hand
Here´s a hand, king king king king
Bitch, Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South
And you know we´re gettin´ clean, rich yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Candy-coated whip, runnin´ over candy coated rappers (Vroom!)
Panties on my drip, do a back flip for me baby be an acrobatic actor
Do a cart wheel on a bar
Will you do a cart wheel while I chill on a bar stool
When I throw a dart at a wet seal
Well I can see ya, well I´m a throw a fuckin´ harpoon
Go Looney Toons, and lose your fruit of the looms
To prove you´re in the room, you´re shroomin´ to the moon
But in the mornin´ you´re wakin´ up like a broom
Swept off your feet cause Yelawolf ain´t a groom
I ain´t poppin´ the cherry, I´m poppin´ berry
Moonshine, hop in the bedroom let´s move
If you wanna compare me, compare me
To a legend don´t compare me to a young fool
Go get a gun, go get a gun, I´ll get a Cinnabun, now sit upon your fuckin´ roof
I live it son, I get it done, fuck anyone
Yeah fuck anyone who ain´t fuckin´ with the crew
Yeah throw another bucket in the pool, dried out now everybody skate
Cause I´m a lord of a doggytown, A.L.A.B.A.M.A, my state
My state of my mind 1985 wide body, lookin´ for the little small town keg party
Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie, get shitty like a porta-potty
So, jump on the paddy wagon like a Pakistani
Packin´ a Mac 11, with a pack of maniacs, 11:30
Back at it again, I´m ready for the battle, when and where muthafucka?
They let another cracker in, yeah!
[Chorus]
Yeah i´d like to sing you a little ditty
[Chorus: Fefe Dobson]
They should´ve never, ever let you out
Cold animal with the mouth from the South
Watch you gonna say, what you gonna do
As you know they comin´, comin´ after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it movin´, big boy
You know they´re takin´ shots at you
Cos you´re an animal, oh
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Here we go, Alabama´s own buddy, Promenade
And I´m in the zone now, everybody
Bringin´ em home baby, tour the stage
Slick Rick E. Bobby in a Nascar
Runnin´ over motherfuckers like I´m in a bar
Sentimental motherfuckers in a cookie jar
Beat a late night snack, I´m Santa Claus
Down to Panama beach, drunk in my underalls
Playin´ underwear volleyball with your bra
I ain´t bothered by your triple D´s, not at all
Let me hold em up for ya baby while you walk
Wanna get the party bumpin´ let me do my thing
Get the marijuana plant need watering
Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling
Know what I mean, butterin´ butter butter bing
Trashy white, pass the mic, yeah I´m doin´ em dirty
Fists start pumpin´ when I´m in the lights, like I´m rappin´ in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I´m elegantly perfect
Rack it in, pack em in, to the back again, rap it up
Rap it in, sicker than a pack of ten mini-thins
You´ll get when I win but I won´t lose
In fact I´m gonna win, win again with another hand
Here´s another hand, here´s another hand
Dealer, can I get another hand
Here´s a hand, king king king king
Bitch, Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South
And you know we´re gettin´ clean, rich yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Candy-coated whip, runnin´ over candy coated rappers (Vroom!)
Panties on my drip, do a back flip for me baby be an acrobatic actor
Do a cart wheel on a bar
Will you do a cart wheel while I chill on a bar stool
When I throw a dart at a wet seal
Well I can see ya, well I´m a throw a fuckin´ harpoon
Go Looney Toons, and lose your fruit of the looms
To prove you´re in the room, you´re shroomin´ to the moon
But in the mornin´ you´re wakin´ up like a broom
Swept off your feet cause Yelawolf ain´t a groom
I ain´t poppin´ the cherry, I´m poppin´ berry
Moonshine, hop in the bedroom let´s move
If you wanna compare me, compare me
To a legend don´t compare me to a young fool
Go get a gun, go get a gun, I´ll get a Cinnabun, now sit upon your fuckin´ roof
I live it son, I get it done, fuck anyone
Yeah fuck anyone who ain´t fuckin´ with the crew
Yeah throw another bucket in the pool, dried out now everybody skate
Cause I´m a lord of a doggytown, A.L.A.B.A.M.A, my state
My state of my mind 1985 wide body, lookin´ for the little small town keg party
Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie, get shitty like a porta-potty
So, jump on the paddy wagon like a Pakistani
Packin´ a Mac 11, with a pack of maniacs, 11:30
Back at it again, I´m ready for the battle, when and where muthafucka?
They let another cracker in, yeah!
[Chorus]
