My name is Yelawolf, some of them call me "Catfish Billy"

I do, I do, I do, I do, I do rip shit

I do, I do, I do, I do, yeah, let's go

Yeah, yeah, yeah

First of all, I'm a King so don't you, be the Jester in my Kingdom

Hip-Hop's like another pair of old shoes, I jus' took a toothbrush and cleaned 'em

Put 'em on, rocked 'em to the mall, hopped in the car, while a sipped on "Jimmy Beamin'"

Instead dropping the ball, I got 'em all propped on the wall like a broomstick leanin'

Then a put the Chevy in cruise, took everybody to etiquette school

Listen up Betty you said "It wrong get a clue", it ain't fuck you, it's FUCK YOU!

If your gonna fight, then you fight shirtless

You don't ride a bike in sandals do you (No), the meaning of fuck is worthless

If it don't mean nothin' to ya, yeah, just get it warmed up, why does everybody look so perplexed?

If your gonna do it, do it with a purpose, thats all then do it all till it's perfect

Funky I am, so funky that a use my funk to stretch Why would you stretch with funk? (Master flex!)

So I don't pull a hamstring while am runnin' circles around circus clowns in my jeans

'Cause when I pull the trigger on a piece of paper a can hear the bullet in studio go "Ping-ping"

I can feel the breeze of the flow blow wing yes look, hear the chequebook go "Ching-ching"

Bring bring me the money honey yeah, go go girl, why she tellin' me to go go sing?

I take that trip down the road to your soul

I'm not a vocalist but I got some vocal control

Three-thirty-three this ones for you and a hope that you know

We gonna shake this motherfucker till both of us old

Until my baby's far away out in Puerto-Rico

Daddy's out workin' but your with me wherever we go

Mamma's okay and plus; we got us three beautiful souls

And above it all a want y'all to see me as a hero

No ego, no ego, this freestyle, is a peephole

Of people, for the people, come inside, take a seat folks

Here we go, no ego, no ego, this freestyle, is a peephole

Of people, for the people, come inside, take a seat folks

Yeah, 2012, I'm thirty two killin' shit bitch, for Shady Records, know that shit

South as it is bitch

Funkmaster Flex whats up homie?

2012 is my motherfuckin', give it up

You should already know

And this is a M16 track by the way

Homie you killed this shit, and he is from the "A-L-A-B-A-M-A" by the way

Yeah we in this bitch, what up Frank White?