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Head Banger
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Yelawolf
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We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' Bodies all over the f**kin' pit Got 'em on the front row, buggin' We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' Bodies all over the f**kin' pit Got 'em on the front row, buggin' Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger Head banger, b*t*h— Yeah Lil street b*t*h from the block (yeah) Ten deep, all in the drop (yeah) Tell a hoe run me my knots And likе school bus, I'ma make a few stops (b*t*h) Fresh I comе, comin' out the box (yeah) Jawn got 'em comin' out the socks This real sh*t, no props And it's still f**k everybody like thots (b*t*h) Whole crowd pullin' on my shirt (shirt) All this ass, let's twerk (twerk) I brought henny and purp Everybody open up, everybody take a slurp (b*t*h) All blue hunnids, smurf (smurf) These AKs, not Nerf (Nerf) Got a lil twenty in the purse Swear, if I make it rain, they surf (b*t*h) Backpack, backpack Got this knapsack, knapsack When we pull up, clap that We won't bag back, backtrack If they tell you that they f**kin' with me Then they full of sh*t, cap, cap I might spin the block, bust a b*t*h When I'm finished with her, catnap We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers Couple thousand and they all jumpin' Bodies all over the f**kin' pit Got 'em on the front row, buggin' b*t*h, it's Shyri from out east All action, ain't 'bout peace My boys rowdy, 'bout me And will slide on 'em, no grease We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers (yeah) Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah) Bodies all over the f**kin' pit (yeah) Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah) We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers (yeah) Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah) Bodies all over the f**kin' pit (yeah) Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah) Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger Head banger, b*t*h, head, head banger, head banger Put these motherf**kers in a line while I wind up Tell 'em sign up for the end 'cause they time's up Take 'em to the parkin' lot that I nicknamed "The Barbershop" 'cause I got a blade, get a line up If I was the bigger man, I prob'ly wouldn't give a damn I would put that energy behind us Somebody got a couple pounds on me So with the rounds on me and, pu**y, you know where to find us You could tell that was a diss, even if you missed the whole clip And they played what I said backwards Y'all bring another ounce of the beef to my plate I'ma leave a car full of dead crackers, bloody red rappers Yeah, he talkin' sh*t 'cause we, what, skinny? But you walkin' 'round in a video with a gut And some B-cup titties Go, put a bra and some panties on No, I don't need help, stand alone Standin' on your gravesite with a camera phone What you thought, I was gon' leave it alone? I don't let sh*t slide and I sleep with the chrome Motherf**kers outside tryna sleep at your home, b*t*h Some people like your sh*t better, well, to each his own I never heard of some of yours and told 'em, "keep it on" I be ridin' 'round Nashville With a strap on my lap, be a boss about it Man, your sh*t trash, don't make another diss song 'bout me Make a YouTube vlog about it, b*t*h You don't wanna see a body in the middle of the street With the f**kin' white chalk around it Tried to hit up your phone 'cause I've never been afraid of conflict And I like to talk about it, b*t*h (Yeah, yeah, yeah) head banger (Yeah, yeah, yeah) banger, b*t*h Banger, b*t*h, ha Flip a barstool upside down f**k all four of y'all I'll show you how to party, dog, get your boy jack-jawed He'll be whinin', all lookin' for a Tylenol Line 'em all up, pile 'em up in a hall 'round 'em up like a dog, put a string like a ball Ball of yarn on side of kitten paw for committin' dog On the bed, knuckle weak, f**k it, mittens off Sittin' in my skinnies, dog, with a skinny broad Givin' me this short look, had to call a mini pause I ain't studyin' her but she got a buddy that'll risk it all 'cause he got a b*t*h with a loose bra He was too tall, had to get a poolstick I ain't even gotta coup de grâ' He was too big, had to get two sticks I ain't even had a poolhall Here we go, rum bum bum bum 808 headshot, no kickdrum There's another punk laid up back [?] Blacked out, pulled back, hit the brakes, pump pump Yeah, had to black out like an 80s rollerskatin' rink let him pour a drink Write him off like I did the dinner When he took his baby mama out to the drive-thru [?] You could rap a song about a G But a G never had to rap a song about a P Peon, so you can wrap it up Or get your head wrapped in the E, R But you could never rap with me Here, cop, nah, you can't even ride my jeep I've been too raw for this scene Ever since I took Campbell to meet Chuck D Immortal work, forever I Live in the beat, visualize Slumerican, deep enterprise Boats in the lake, ships in the sky Coupe from a seed, Alabama tide Reap what you sow, weep 'til I die Nothin' is owed, all this is mine Grind for my piece, piece of the pie We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers (yeah) Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah) Bodies all over the f**kin' pit (yeah) Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah) We ain't playin' with these motherf**kers (yeah) Couple thousand of 'em all jumpin' (yeah) Bodies all over the f**kin' pit (yeah) Got 'em on the front row, buggin' (yeah) Head banger, b*t*h
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