Yelawolf Mud Mouth lyrics
Mud Mouth
Yelawolf
GENRE [Verse 1]
Yeah
I feel the breeze coming in
I smell the smoke on the [?]
That country boy killing these motherfuckers
Pullin' up
Sticking [?] like trap rappers
Here for the
Who's that motherfucker Billy?
We got drunk and then woke up in Harlem
Who would cosign this white boy?
Got a chip on my shoulder
Cause I'm [?] Alabama
My destiny ain't second-guessing
They hit me with stereotypes
[Refrain]
I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
For the honkies in trucks and the kids
Just the product of southern environment
[?] I'mma choose to live
[Verse 2]
Bought me some Cartier shades
Fuck it, here we go
Fucking dead man
See the future
Drop another classic
Got the [?]
Son of a bitch, see, I like that
[Refrain]
I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
For the honkies in trucks and the kids
Just the product of southern environment
[?] I'mma choose to live
[Verse 3]
[?]
With them sill- ass rhymes
[?]
Playing
In the kitchen, they make crack here
Blinders on
Tunnel vision
Like a book, I see them laying back
Billy ain't the one
[Refrain]
I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
For the honkies [?] and the kids
Just the product of southern environment
[?] I'mma choose to live
Yeah
I feel the breeze coming in
I smell the smoke on the [?]
That country boy killing these motherfuckers
Pullin' up
Sticking [?] like trap rappers
Here for the
Who's that motherfucker Billy?
We got drunk and then woke up in Harlem
Who would cosign this white boy?
Got a chip on my shoulder
Cause I'm [?] Alabama
My destiny ain't second-guessing
They hit me with stereotypes
[Refrain]
I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
For the honkies in trucks and the kids
Just the product of southern environment
[?] I'mma choose to live
[Verse 2]
Bought me some Cartier shades
Fuck it, here we go
Fucking dead man
See the future
Drop another classic
Got the [?]
Son of a bitch, see, I like that
[Refrain]
I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
For the honkies in trucks and the kids
Just the product of southern environment
[?] I'mma choose to live
[Verse 3]
[?]
With them sill- ass rhymes
[?]
Playing
In the kitchen, they make crack here
Blinders on
Tunnel vision
Like a book, I see them laying back
Billy ain't the one
[Refrain]
I'm funky as fuck, that's all it is
For the honkies [?] and the kids
Just the product of southern environment
[?] I'mma choose to live
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