Pissn In A Barrel Of Beez

[Intro] WOLF! (Yellow! Yellow! Yellow!-- WOLF; pissin' in a barrel of beez Yelawolf! Volume one WOLF... let's set it AAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUU! [Hook] Look at me! My belt buckle's unlatched I'm holding my wee-wee, this way Come watch my back I gotta pee-pee Fuck 'em all I'll hold my balls and urinate on the industry Fuck 'em, I'm pissin' in a barrel of beez [Verse 1] Mamaaaa! Mama, look; no hands I dip my dick in a jar of honey, and I'm peein' in a bucket of fire ants Wait, them ain't fire ants! Shit, them bumble bees! But I still won't budge, I don't give a motherfuck If they crawled on my jungle weeds I'm done with these, overrated, slow-paced, wanna-be motor bikes You're tricycles, peddling hard 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 Amazing, n' craving them flowers like women, bouquets Set a purple haze, Yelawolf I have an MC pushing up daisies, grinning Standing six feet, nothin' And I drank a whole lake I gotta go real bad And I got a belly ache The great flood is back; I'm attacking the best of the best Surround them with my sound, in this yellow sea of stress Hurting, long waiting, hard writing, and shitty deals And if that don't drown ya', you'll hit the Chevrolet windshield; splat! [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Excuse me, 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 Here, here, I said it Gotta let it go, gotta bigger head; swollen Headed to the lab with a Ding-Dong Like a deep sea fishing pole, and Throw my line in with the bait hook Got a great white following my books Shit that I wrote floats like a bobber Sit back unappeared, unbothered Jumping up when I see it bump Just let the shark come near Here fishy fishy! Here fishy fishy fishy fishy; now swallow This, piss, bitch; rich in nutrients Let it go in your party bowl Sticks to your dips and chips Licks, taste, great; it'll make you live Not dog a bite; I'm Golga-white With a bottle breaker, and then a keg of Heineken Fight like an Irishman Fight like a wolf; I'm still growling Marking my territory with my leg hiked, you know where to find him Y-E-LA, W-O-L-F that spells the chief Pissin' on, H-O-T, B-E-A-T; that spells relief! [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Oh my goodness, you've got motive Chopped down, like an overgrown bush with a weed eater Wet up the spot, with me, Peter Run up on that 808 kit, take a shit Hike my paw-paw, and drain 'me lizard Wolf relieved himself on top of the track with a three-liter Did you like this song before we did it? (Naw) 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, then drop 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 (HAUUUUUH!) --now pop Hot rocks, meteor damage putting holes in your Chevy top I do not stop Ceiling is damaged, now you're really riding in a drop You could ride or die, or die to ride a drumkick, and then get shot Blew by the police by the hot shit security; you are stopped Hold up, freeze Step out of my vehicle, rewind This shit is pitiful Must I get rid of you? Must I piss on you? [Hook x2] [Outro] Takes big balls! Watch out dog! Missy Elliott, Dallas Austin, Mona Scott! UPN! God damn MTV... BET... I'm coming!