Whiskey In A Bottle

[Produced by WLPWR] [Verse 1] Still on that ass like handcuffs Up in ya like hand-puppets Make a mute holla You should've jumped in that Impala homie Refrigerators never seen ice baby Not vanilla, not a breeze on the hill Will make a flame grab a chinchilla Quite like the words I built up to Fuck guppies, I see food and I hush puppies So give me that king crab And I'll break its shell, you seen that? Well fuck 'em if he don't take it well So crack the top off that hot, shaking ale And say "free Young Struggle" who's not making bail He got popped by the feds Fuck the cops! Take an L Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell I'll pull up to the gate And we'll skate on these country faggots And until then, fuck 'em, they can have it Slumerican means: Slum American breed Gutter raised with worldwide dreams, yeah [Hook] Put your hands to the sky I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger now Yeah I'm a 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 [Verse 2] Still on that gas like The bottom of my signature shoe, 'Bama red I'm on that ass like Alabama did LSU Goose egg, oh lord Bible Belt raised in your mouth like a cold sore Roll Fords? Nah roll tide and roll Chevys My momma rolls joints Smoke rolls off of the tip Daddy's a rolling stone I'm rolling in shit with these pigs In the south side Who you rolling with in the sticks? With hair weaves and air streams Cigarette stained walls Fuck, I can barely breathe Spittin' shotgun 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 tattoo it Because of the abuse and I use it as therapy in music So.. [Hook] [Verse 3] Still on that grass like John Deeres this yard is already cut You can't get no work here, uh You fags thought it was 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 Three, I'm not a child who plays with rap to get a piece Don't clap, for no MC who's wack They get a free slap Fuck out my car and I'm smashed in a Caprice I’m Jack sippin' still Whippin' wood wheels Truck on steriods Illegal to play ball But dammit how good it feels Drop that black card Park in the backyard Baby fire up the grill It's party time [Hook]