Whiskey In A Bottle

Still on that ass like

Handcuff's up in it like

Hand-puppets makin' you holler

You should've jumped in that impala homie

Refrigerators never seen ice baby

Not vanilla, not a reason that

Yela make a flame grab a chinchilla

Quite like the words I pulled up to

Fuck guppies, I see food in a hush puppy

So give me that king crap

And I'll break a shell

You seen that?

Well fuck it, if he don't take it well

So crack the top of that hot, shaking ale

And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail

He got popped by the feds

Fuck the cops! Take a nail

Fuck it take m-n-o-p, learn how to spell

I'll pull up to the gate

And we'll skate on this country, faggot

And until then, fuck 'em, they can have it

Slumerican means

Slum american breed

Gutter raised with worldwide dreams, yeah

Put your hands to the sky

I'm a bullet in a barrel with a hair pin trigger now

And I'mma landslide

I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down

Put your hands to the sky

I'm a ready made party

I'm whiskey in a bottle now

Lalalalalalalalalaa

I'm whiskey in a bottle now

Still on that gas like

The bottom of my signature shoe, 'bama red

I'm on that ass like alabama did lsu

You said "oh lord" bible belt raised

In your mouth like a cold sore

Rolled ford's? Nah roll tide and rode chevy's

My mama rolls joints

Smoke rolls off with a timp

Daddy's a rolling stone

I'm rolling in shit with these pigs

And the south side

Who you rolling with in the sticks?

With hair weawes and airstreams

Cigarette stained walls

Fuck, I can't barely breathe

Spittin' shutgun pellets

Out of my fuckin' chili bowl

But am I a hill billy, no!

I am the truth behind these fuckin' illusionist

Yellin' redneck, you about as red as the color blue is

Call me a redneck, and I just tatoo it

Because of the abusin' I use it as therapy in music

So

Still on that grass like

John deers this yard is already cut

You can't get no work here

You fags started with swag, you was stealing

It turns out I got no peers

Just years of street smarts

So here you go retards

Come hit this bulls eye

I'll give you three darts

One, my last album flopped

Two, it wasn't my time

Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online

(Lalalalalalalalalaa)

But guess what?

(I'm whiskey in a bottle now)

Fuckin' right, I'm aged

I'm dirty-3, I'm not a child who plays with crack to get a piece

Don't clap, for no mc who's wack

Then get a free slap

Fuck out my car when I smashed in a caprice

I'm jack sippin' still

Whippin' wood wheels

Truck on steriods

Illegal to play ball

But damn it how good it feels

Drop that black card

Park in the backyard

Baby fire up the grill

It's party time