Yelawolf Down

LYRICS: Pick up, pick up, daddy s in the pickup Got so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccups You don t want it with me, sucker, just look up Beer flyin in this mothafucka like bird shit Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, bitch Crook as a picture on Sunday My maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai Chevy s up, we got low lives and bow ties Up shit s creek, I ll take you for a boat ride Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll Tide You re playin golf in lightning So am I Dressed in a tin man suit Drinkin a tin can too, that is 110 proof, uh Man if I only had a heart for you bitches I d get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches But mama only raised Hell So when you re done diggin that ditch, bitch, bury yourself, boaw Pass me that Colt. 45 I m partyin til my fuckin throat sore and dry I m goin down Aww man you gotta love it I m on my way Hey mama, all around the town they re sayin He s goin down, Lord have mer