Would the real slim shady please stand up

And tell these muthaf**kers why I got signed

Cause I'm on the verge of slapping one of these white boys

Out here tryna imitate my grind

And if you finna feel it when I say that

F**k you say something back

What I gotta lose I'm already the underdog

Why wouldn't I give you the opportunity to rap

F**k boy I'm harder than ya momma's f**k toy

And she's still *ing

I'm sicker than a chicken sitting in s**t

Sticking itself with a syringe in a Japanese kitchen get some

I got the kinky b***h get crumbs

Yeah here the Shady clique come

They say I'm a d**k head

Well it fits why

Cause muthaf**kers p***y a*s came up 'til she gets numb

Any of many styles that I pick from

F**k it just give me kick drums

Cause Yelawolf ain't a rapper

I'm a cataclysmic culturally offensive don't give a s**t bum

Exucon

So put ya money on a 'Bama boy

20 West of Atlanta boy

You wanna ride in my lane prepare for the 18 wheeler

Winds

All the girls I meet

Are falling down them stairs

Said gettin themselves together

They gettin themselves together

That's why they call me

Gangsta of Love

Yelawolf and I

On top don't wonder why

Cause I rock and roll

Stop drop and roll

That's why they call me

Gangsta of love

Feet on the ground

Head in the sky

Cause I rock and roll

Stop drop and roll

That's why they call me

Hold up my God

Let me pull the chevrolet out the garage

I killin on hennessy lately KP

You might get a hicky from Nicki Minaj

F**k em all with a sandpaper d**k

I dare anybody to come match to this

You couldn't hold a flame to my name b***h

I wouldn't even let you hold a bic to my cancerous stick

I'm treating rappers like loose change

The shoe string belts that I lost in the cracks of my couch

Like I didn't even know I had that until

Oh you want some of the south s**t

Well let me show you what the south is

You into sucking d**k

Well I'm into getting rich

We could make a good team

Put your money where your mouth is

I roll out in a tutop two seater

Looking like an american missle seeker

Got back pack packs in my dungerees

Yeah I'mma light a fuse under the disbeliever

Say you don't give a s**t good

Cause I don't give two *s neither

You ready let it go I'm already at your funeral

Walking with a rose like Wiz Khalifa

Yessir I'm bonafied

I'mma go ahead and live cause I know I'm gonna die

And if you wanna live baby get up in the whip

Baby I don't know what I'ma give but I know I'm gonna try

Whatever it is girl you know I'm gonna vibe

But you know that's a fib yeah you know that's a lie

What if I buy you drive through popeyes

Do you want it grilled or do you want it fried

I'm doing this like I knew I would

And you did too so you knew you did

If I never got a cousign I'll be at your throat

And it don't matter who I'm with

Reppin' that area code 256

White trash girls wink with blue eyelids

Because they know Yelawolf can't be f**ked with

But it don't take an asshole to see that s**t