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Dill pickle in a pickle sack
40 in a paper bag
Coke and a porno mag
Baby girl threw me away
Well ain't I the trash

Still waking up with an empty bottle and a hangover to go with it
(Punk Rock) Cigarette money and loose change I'm over the limit
(Pork Chops)... hand on my ribs made my sideburn
I got my blinkers on these motherfuckers it's my turn

[Yelawolf:]
My Chevrolet is still on the street man
And I rock no chain on my billfold
Cat this philly for real though
(Alabama Dope) Still grow
Still grow
Still show
Still know

I cut the game open with a dull blade
So I can hear Alabama say "addaway"
If I can spell it out then it won't be the same
Allergic to these
Lame actors and these
Anti-car bitch rappers

Hip hop is like milk in a...
Easy does it, Like cranking a 2-50 with an everready
My path finder's a rusted machete
Are you ready?

[?]

[Chorus:]
All these people at these shows
Can I let you know what we're here for?
Take them home take em to

Cuban girls get dictated in my regime
Strictly dirty filthy but finna be richy rich we
Rhymes who kill time and bust tracks
So we bust rats like B Boys bust gats shit
We're the type of people who don't bury the axe
It's the yela and hardy for all you kenneths and barbies
Over the industry sorry if you think it's alarming
And 9th wonder's on the trizzack
Rappers take it to Mars and we fixin to bring this bitch back
To the states cause we hate outer space
Battlin me like Asian food you'll get ate dog

[Chorus]

Green magic
Only one MC has it
Simply dazzling how I'm doing music with such a passion
Never had seen anybody with this fashion
Been so loud it's painful you need aspirin (Ow!)
Download this and rock it around campus
See me in the sky
It's a bird it's a plane
No no no it's Tom bout to swoop down on the game
Hey, it's summery outside
Hardy gets defeated by none of these little guys
Everybody knowin I'm stayin in this lane
You better not complain
I'm just doing my thing
We're just doing for y'all
We're just making it bang
Parking real far away
Saving the super loose fruity loops for rainy days

[Chorus]

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