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[Verse 1: Yelawolf] |
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I, something is wrong with me, I'm feeling like Psycho White |
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I can't get a grip, I'm about to slip, I'm about to fight |
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I took another shot of whiskey dipsy chippin hit me |
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I don't wanna get a grip, wanna lose it all, I wanna go wild |
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Yeah, Catfish in a drop top thunderbird oh my God |
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Here comes Billy again with Travis Barker; Jay and Silent Bob |
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Hiya mom, Holmes got another chopper, high as a helicopter |
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Sitting on the porch with a simple torch shakin his head; Flocka Flocka |
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Sorry for the six pack daddy, I know before you left you told me not to |
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But I said fuck it, kick the bucket and drink 'em all; Wacka Wacka |
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Anybody seen a doctor, I'm a head cast after the Opera |
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And if I say go then a bunch of famous family members are gonna pop off |
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[Hook:] |
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To my people on the back, move to the front |
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Push 'em, push 'em |
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To my people on the front, move to the back |
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Push 'em, push, em |
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To my people on the side, move to the middle |
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Push 'em, push 'em |
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Everybody in this motherfucker 1, 2, 3, go |
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Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump |
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Push 'em, push 'em |
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Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump |
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Push 'em, push 'em |
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Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump |
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Push 'em, push 'em |
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Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump |
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Push a motherfucker |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Transplants; you know we chillin |
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Twitch; yeah, you know he's chillin |
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Skate tee; you know we chillin |
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Felix; you know he's chillin |
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California; you know we chillin |
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Alabama; you know we chillin |
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Pull em up on that '87 with Paul Wall |
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You know he's grillin |
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Look around and tell me do you really wanna jump inside that mothafuckin prison |
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For the animals that drink a pint and to the final crew to get inside |
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The club and jump into a bottle like a bowl of water hold up buddy can I get a |
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The Wolfpack's in mosh mode crowd surfin, see 'em rise |
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Slumerican famous yeah, DTA gettin DUI's |
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Go |
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[Hook] |
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[Interlude:] |
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We're dealing with a small group of troublemakers |
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It's uhh, bunch of angry young men who were fighting |
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Who were smashing, and some crazy fires and explosives |
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Are causing these problems |
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[Verse 3:] |
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London Bridge is fallin down but I'm too drunk on a bottle of brown |
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Too far gone in a pile of cans to keep my hands from movin around |
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Fuck it, I'm in public feeling like nobody's watching me go nuts |
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When am I gonna lose my mind, before I find myself to hold me up |
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[Hook] |