Light Switch

[Intro: DJ Paul] Put the needle on the record man Let’s bump some of that Yelawolf and DJ Paul [Intro: Yelawolf] PBR cans and ditches Big trunk rears rolling over ditches And PBR cans in bitches hands, PBR (That DJ Paul beat) Don’t smoke, I’m blowin up city yards This city yours, I burn this The fuck? See See it was shit but.. Hold up, Keep your doors in Fuck man There gotta be a way to describe this shit man I’mma figure this shit out Fo real [Verse 1] Gold teeth on my silver spoon Frosted flakes on the paint job Country boy from that pit of goons White folks that you can't rob Yeah, at fourteen sippin' four-zeros of St. Ides Fifth grade with a switchblade Pentagrams on my fake watch Levis from the thrift shop Busta Rhymes on my feet, FUCK Daddy's back in the penitentiary now Clay stuck in my cleats, WHAT Mamma's all in the J O B Flame tip to that cheaba cheaba Seeds poppin' like Bama does Meet girls in these green Adidas Grass stains from the walk home Cargo pants full of M80's Crushed pills in my watch pocket NoDoz at least ten daily Geeked up, tripped out Tired eyed, brain fried Mouth full, lips out Mushrooms, sack dried Backwoods cannot hold the dope Gotta half an O in a crystal bowl Young girls in a web trap Brainwashed liked a vegetable Take some of this blood soup Kinfolk it's just me and you Blood mates with a twenty-two Witchcraft and the bitch is through [Hook] Light switch, hell nah They shut the motherfucking power off Ain't that a bitch, fuck ya'll Gotta get my neighbor up just to make a call Light switch, fuck ya'll I'ma grab a notepad, I'mma write it all That's right bitch, I'mma turn it on Looking at this shit, it’s like click to a light switch [Verse 2] Out to my old life with that tall-boy Drink it down to the spit bath Natty Ice on the floorboard Role models can't get that My whole motto was just laugh Laugh it off and just get mad Either way I'm up on the roof Looking for cars to throw bricks at Anarchy is in my genes Middle fingers and pipe bombs That's how I stay entertained With no dad, right mom? Fishing hook on the hat brim Grease under my white nails Hard truth to this false world Learned quick to fight well Give thanks to the microwave I'm a chef when I'm home alone Tryin' a cook a banana peel for me and Betty to smoke on Tin foil with a big bend makes no smoke, hood smoke Before the [?] I was packing res' with [?] Skull up with them cross bones that's no place to borrow soap Pirates out in that deep south go pop pills like Pablo Don't speak Spanish they heat manage Crime watch and them pine cops And the black suit with them mag lights We them dope boys in the pine box [Hook] [Verse 3] Trench coats in the hallway That young man's got an old gun But when Pop left, got them safe keys That age gap is a short jump Babies all in that grave sight Tears drop on that Jesus piece Black clothes, Johnny Cash Come hostile and you leave in peace White stripes, red stripes White stars, blue night That banner's up in that trailer park Them pigs flashing them blue lights Psychological motherfucker Power trip and they pat you down Stunt ya growth with a steel cage That'll make a grown man act a clown Tire treads on them gravel roads Old school with them rusty hoods Baby seats full of crystal meth High risk but the money’s good Sherm sticks in the bosses hand Parliaments I smoke by the case Watching all of this in my land To the butt, nothing goes to waste Grease trap of the nation’s pit Oh how they just savor it Hoods dropping like flies yeah They got a plan for you, just wait for it That statue was a major bitch But man I feel liberated Took this shit like a dung beetle I had a ball, I innovated [Hook]