piss'n in a barrel of bee'z
Singer:yelawolf
wolf; pissin' in a barrel of beez
aaaaaaaaaaaahoooooooooooouuuu!
my belt buckle's unlatched
come watch my back i gotta pee-pee
fuck 'em all i'll hold my balls and urinate on the industry
i'm pissin' in a barrel of beez
i dip my dick in a jar of honey
and i'm peein' in a bucket of fire ants
them ain't fire ants! shit
i don't give a motherfuck
if they crawled on my jungle weeds
a bumble bee has one strike
them soldiers slow your roll; you're supposed to be in line
twenty-fours never made a rapper spit hard
you can only get a buzz when you fly
n' craving them flowers like women
yelawolf i have an mc pushing up daisies
the great flood is back; i'm attacking the best of the best
surround them with my sound
in this yellow sea of stress
and if that don't drown ya'
you'll hit the chevrolet windshield; splat!
anybody seen a bathroom around here?
i've been holding this shit back for so long
that i'm dancing with my hand on my balls like a queer
gotta bigger head; swollen
headed to the lab with a ding-dong
like a deep sea fishing pole
throw my line in with the bait hook
got a great white following my books
shit that i wrote floats like a bobber
jumping up when i see it bump
just let the shark come near
here fishy fishy! here fishy fishy fishy fishy; now swallow
let it go in your party bowl
sticks to your dips and chips
great; it'll make you live
not dog a bite; i'm golga-white
and then a keg of heineken
fight like a wolf; i'm still growling
marking my territory with my leg hiked
you know where to find him
w-o-l-f that spells the chief
b-e-a-t; that spells relief!
like an overgrown bush with a weed eater
wolf relieved himself on top of the track with a three-liter
did you like this song before we did it? me neither!
well pull out your johnson motherfucker; if you got a twat then squat
do it if you want to little mama; if you got what's hot
but don't sit on the meat cleaver; you can't clean up blood with a mop
i do my shit sober. do you need some x when you rock?
well here's a triple stack - now pop
meteor damage putting holes in your chevy top
now you're really riding in a drop
or die to ride a drumkick
blew by the police by the hot shit security; you are stopped
god damn mtv. bet. i'm coming!