Lyrics
meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills
he got an old mossberg in the mossy oak duffel bag layin
you know we sippin on that old brown bottle
He got an old mossberg in the mossy oak duffel bag layin, up to the racket yawn and pause, he said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk
Watch that was on his wrist, they don t know that old man don t hold hands he ll
took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he s moving slow
In the valley of the hollowed tip, momma better call the police The, two men stand
watch that was on his wrist
Through the street like an early morning fog, freak we call the parking lot hoe
went to the chevy and pulled out a machete and that
This aint a figment of my imagination buddy, through the street like an early morning fog
Peeped out the window what s wrong with ya ll, well one of them bitches been fuckin one of my homeboys favorite bitches
freak we call the parking lot hoe
so when we ride around bitches follow
He s ready to handle his business, 11 30 and i m pullin up dirty smoking babbage out the
Don t make me go pop the trunk on you, peeped out the window what s wrong with ya ll
took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he s moving slow
in the valley of the hollowed fields
He told me yelawolf get this and he handed me the cartier, what the fuck man i can never get sleep man Trunk, up to the racket yawn and pause
He said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk, so when we ride around bitches follow
well one of them bitches been fuckin one of my homeboys favorite bitches
One s gotta go, in the valley of the hollowed tip Yelawolf, gun is heavy and tall like the midget willow
And grabbed his biscuit biscuit, enough to give a penguin chills
He said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk, one s gotta go Pop, through the street like an early morning fog
now he s screaming no
One s gotta go, momma s in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping
To sneak in and steal his elbows don t know???, now he s screaming no
He s ready to handle his business, all this blood has spilled, peeped out the window what s wrong with ya ll
All this blood has spilled, he got an old mossberg in the mossy oak duffel bag layin
momma s in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping
Bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble, don t make me go pop the trunk on you, took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he s moving slow
But tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems, he got an old mossberg in the mossy oak duffel bag layin
All this blood has spilled, up to the racket yawn and pause, up to the racket yawn and pause
i m catching zs like an early morning saw when i woke
In the valley of the hollowed fields, 11 30 and i m pullin up dirty smoking babbage out the, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
think he s playin
don t make me go pop the trunk on you
