Yelawolf
Yelawolf - Voodoo Child songtekst
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Intro) Yeah this freestyle is dedicated to Justice, from Oklahoma @Justice_whitnah let's rock buddy! Congrats! Well, I'm a voodoo child Lord, I'm a voodoo child (Freestyle) Tell me ouija board, who's peaking in my window again? Couldn't be Peter Pan cuz he's got a fucking evil grin The ouiga board's spelled out E V I L twin C A T F I S H Billy that's ya again Fucking right I'm coming out to play, Michael ya should bow and pray Luck up to the sun and blind yourself cuz I'm bout the only one to relate To the Michael that ya want to fight But it ain't really gonna pay off cuz that fucking outlaw inside you's gonna get ya either way Now be the? Fo' the order Obviously you're the sort of kind of warrior The border prolly don't want to let thru the do' Cuz all the commonal is that you're poorer to the poor and overworked Bodies singin' out the story they can all be proud of But the sound of power showers over louder speakers in the boring hiphop court lobby I'm a supa freak, Rick James ****, ya can do fo' me I take a nine smoke ya man and drop him off wit a lighter down on hooka street I'm everythin' ya could be, make ya emcee read his elegy while I pull my zipper down behind a tree Man somebody died here, Yela', ya can pee? Yep I don't care bout a grave owner Hater I don't care if I don't pay when I enter places If it's a million people waitin' to enter Fuck a vip I want to see a stage and listen to no roast Just a wave of a bunch of from the days and I blaze this place, me in the center I'm sicker than a hiccup In a heat wit syphilis and hepatitis Sucking on a pipe of cannabise Plus a virus that can't be identified It's prolly betta that ya grab a sweater Better yet a leather jacket from a closet rack And maybe get a pack of antibiotics fo' the psychotic hifi phonics that I share Cuz there's a catfish breathing air There's not two, there's not a there That's not a they, that's anotha year That's anotha ball park all together Frank got a fake gold No Limit's tank A golden forty five pointed at the pitcher Muthafuckas wanna play a pickup game? Bones hit the strands I'm so on my own **** that I won't quit I'm so on my own out here that I can't quit If ya quarrel leavin', paint it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood Fuck bodies bang this in yo church Ya can sang wit me it's free Styles I got piles, flows I got miles Show I got crowds, hoes I'm not proud Open yo mouth, slow leakin' out, love ya a beer Towels on the flo', vowels on the flo' Grounds on the floor, now ya record? Loud as a boar Why would a boy look in the mirror? I say today is the day that I wake up and walk outside And the entire globe turns bright purple just by poppin' this lil pill here, ya dig? I'm the reincarnate of a Vietnam vet. Chasin' a group thru the jungle Wit a mind like a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm chewin/ on a twig My great great grand daddy fed me pepper and told me it was chocolate He must of known I need some spice in life, I was too big fo' this piece of **** town Ya try puttin' a dream inside a box, that box would implode Dilapidate, evaporate, desaturated wit sound Fo' the folks in the back of the broken Volkswagen Parkin' the bug in the parkin' lot and rollin' baggies Walkin' around the festival, then profitin' off the these people yearnin', burnin' Fo' that lsd, fo' the lettuce head in me I give ya most props if ya grow crops Keep yo tiedie and flip flops Yippe-kyyay if ya don't stop (don't stop) (Outro: Hendrix) And at the same time I'm right here in your picture frame Yeah! What did I say now Cuz I'm a voodoo child Lord knows, I'm a voodoo chile