[Raekwon:]
Chill chill chill, let 'em rhyme man
You know what it do man

Just sit back, relax
Yelawolf what up
Raekwon in the building


[Yelawolf:]
I'm Alabama's own buddy

Flinstone Caprice, 1987 cuddi
Backyard moonshine steel
Methadone laboratory real

Can I keep it crystal clear?
Chipped tooth type of people
Illiterate pigs

Who wanna see you killed type of evil
Confederate flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the windows down

Why is he playing Beanie Siegel?
Cause his daddy was a dope man
Lynard Skynard didn't talk about

Moving keys of !@%!e man
Ain't no such thing as a free bird
Billy's got that street work

And he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home trap spot
Chevys on the center blocks

Still doing donuts
In the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group home

And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song, (*##$

[Hook: Yelawolf]

I wish a mother $#&@a would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
(*##$ you ain't hip hop

I wish a mother $#&@a would
Tell me that my %#@! gonna flop
(*##$ your %#@! gonna flop

I wish a mother$#&@er would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
(*##$ you ain't hip hop

I wish a mother$#&@er would
Hell, naw!
I wish a mother$#&@er would


[Raekwon:]
Now let me tell you something youngsters

I'm never gunna sell you something
Unless it's that snow white
We might mail you something

Me, I'm straight raw hood with it
Be at your door quick
Four on your jaw

I got a new lick
My click a murderer ^!$$%s who love hip hop
You $#&@ with Yelawolf and them ^!$$%s

Your head goin' pop
I'm just sincere, fresh cut
All up in the leer, listen

Yo leave 'em alone
He brought me along
Rap, he got it

I'm the crew pilot
Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles
We bout it, bout it

Yo Wolf, I think they got you twisted flow
I got the biscuit on me spit in his face
I'm bout to piss on homie

Who dem ^!$$%s
Just some Staten Island ^!$$%s
You could call us Shaolin

Where ^!$$%s get drunk
And hold me down my ^!$$%
Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal

Scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle though

[Hook: Yelawolf]
I wish a mother $#&@a would

Tell me that I ain't hip hop
(*##$ you ain't hip hop
I wish a mother $#&@a would
Tell me that my %#@! gonna flop
(*##$ your %#@! gonna flop

I wish a mother$#&@er would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
(*##$ you ain't hip hop
I wish a mother$#&@er would
Hell, naw!

I wish a mother$#&@er would

[Yelawolf:]
Preshate it Rea
Sling shot me in quick

Like Talledega Motor Speed Way
King %#@! blue ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the kitchen rack
Chef what you need these fiends gotta itchy back
Get busy crack
I'll be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he back?

And you don't gotta call my black
I got direction
I'm a road map I'm an almanac
I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and brag
$#&@ all of that
WU-TANGS's in Bama (*##$
Get a grip handle it

Yelas in the revival tent
Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the cannabis
Make a wish the candles lit
White boys follow this
Mamas thirty-eight-six
Long-range hollow tips
Trash huffing glue you build a airline


[Hook: Yelawolf]
I wish a mother $#&@a would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
(*##$ you ain't hip hop
I wish a mother $#&@a would
Tell me that my %#@! gonna flop

(*##$ your %#@! gonna flop
I wish a mother$#&@er would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop
(*##$ you ain't hip hop
I wish a mother$#&@er would
Hell, naw!
I wish a mother$#&@er would