[Intro: Yelawolf]

Yeah, uh... yeah! So I guess I

Just really don't know how to talk no more, man

Don't know how to tell you the truth, bitch

(Juh-uh-JEAH!) Truth is gonna hurt you

And the truth might stop me from gettin some pussy

..So I'mma lie to you

I'm fulla shit though, you know?

{Burn One, Burn One}

[Chorus: Yelawolf]

I guess I'm, I guess I'm, fulla shit

I don't know, how to, treat a bitch

My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes

Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit

I'm fulla shit, I guess I'm, fulla shit

I don't know, how to, treat a bitch

My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes

Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit

[Verse 1: Rittz]

Bitch ask me my name, I'll lie to ya

Take it that I'm really incitin' up

Me just sayin you're a dimepiece, when you're really a 5

But I still run up inside of ya

And sayin' bye to ya, my girl she's so proud of the

New Prada stuff, I just bought her but

She can't tell it's a knockoff from the flea market

I'm a piece of garbage, huh?

But truth be told, I always was

Tell a bitch whatever, make her fall in love

Tell her that I hate her best friend, then I call her slut

But when she ain't around, I call her up

We got high, drunk a buncha alcohol and fucked

Bitch found out and her heart was crushed

Cryin to me but I told her it never meant nothin

It was innocent fuckin, that was all it was

Swear on everything and to God above

That I love you and I made a mistake

Lyin' to her, sayin' shit like her friend

Couldn't even give head and her pussy just stank

Like it's all about you girl, what I gotta do girl?

Tell me and I'll make it okay

So I bought the bitch a ring from the stall in the mall

And the bitch couldn't tell that was diamonds is fake

Shit, just the other day, I was ridin with a chick

In my Cutlass, blazin dat herb (dat herb)

We was snortin that white girl, with a liquor bottle

In the console, wait it gets worse (worse)

Some cop pulled me over, I'm not really sober

I know I'm goin' to jail if they search

So I threw the coke into in her purse

When they ask about it, I'mma say that it's hers

I'm fulla shit!

[Chorus: Yelawolf]

I guess I'm, I guess I'm, fulla shit

I don't know, how to, treat a bitch

My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes

Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit

I'm fulla shit, I guess I'm, fulla shit

I don't know, how to, treat a bitch

My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes

Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]

Now when I say that I love you shawty, that really mean "Let's fuck!"

I can't see pass yo' lipgloss, prayin you down to suck

Don't confuse me on no day, for a good guy that don't stray

For a bitch with a fat ass and mouth, how the world the devil stay?

Now don't play like you ain't down for beatin'

Pussy juice is secretin all on the table you eat at

Don't get shocked shit was did, if I bust you can keep it

Grab my clothes and some food up off in yo' stove

I sneak out the do', that's why you sleepin

Sayin', "Krizzle, that's too cold," my momma said, "Sew ya oats"

I plow fields of blue pills and jump down a bitch's throat

And summa y'all like dem picket fences with the matchin' shirts with the wedding bells (naw)

Ran off with the bride, interception behind the building, cum in her wedding veil

Maybe that's somewhat out of line, but WHO am I not to hit one mo' time?

'Specially only lovin you and only fuckin you, shit she was prob'ly lyin

Didn't get caught fuckin off with a nigga like me for fun, she was prob'ly tryin'

Ho know I'm fulla shit, but that ain't never stop me from pullin' a bitch

I guess I'm..

[Chorus: Yelawolf]

I guess I'm, I guess I'm, fulla shit

I don't know, how to, treat a bitch

My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes

Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit

I'm fulla shit, I guess I'm, fulla shit

I don't know, how to, treat a bitch

My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes

Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]

I'm fulla shit, man I got more dirt than a dump truck (dump truck)

Give a bitch a middle finger, make it up like thumbs up (thumbs up)

It's about my execution, lookin for that next-to-boo shit

Holdin' my cell phone, thinkin' how do I make this text confusing (text confusion)

(Yeaaaaaaaah!) Yeah, I'm an artist!

You see a Georgia Peach and see an orange

Squeeze her dry, dry heavin' starvin'

Thirsty hurry, see the garden

Grow the flower, cut the pedals

Give her the bulb because I'm heavy metal

The President a-fulla shit

I pull the shit to make you think I got a vote to settle

Yelawolf is on a whole 'nother level

That motherfucker's hot, don't hold the kettle

Don't put ya finger on the trigger, baby be careful

Shoulda backfired like an armed Beretta

(Chk-BANG!!) Now you done shot ya face off

Rittz I don't really know what to say, y'all

I got so many bodies up under my belt

That I'm runnin out of room, I don't know where to lay y'all

I guess I'm a man yeah, I'm a man head, I'm a man, I'mma run 'til I'm done

I guess I get a kick when I hear a bitch say, "Hey look bitch, here Yelawolf comes!"

My ego's gettin' bigger though, watchin' my CD go in Best Buy

One of these girls gonna do me like Left Eye

[Chorus: Yelawolf]

I guess I'm, I guess I'm, fulla shit

I don't know, how to, treat a bitch

My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes

Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit

I'm fulla shit, I guess I'm, fulla shit

I don't know, how to, treat a bitch

My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes

Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit