Pop The Trunk

Meth lab in the back

And the crack smoke pills through

The streets like an early morning fog

Momma's in the slaughter house

With a hatchet helping daddy

Chop early morning hog

I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw

When I woke up to the racket yawn

And pause

What the f**k man

I can never get sleep man

Peeped out the window

What's wrong with ya'll

Stood up in my

Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants

And threw my pillow

Looks like daddy caught the motherf**ker

That tried to sneak in

And steal his elbows

They don't know

That old man don't hold hands

Or throw hands naw he's rough like a brilo

Went to the Chevy

And pulled out a machete and

That gun is heavy

And tall as the midget willow

Think he's playin

You better listen

What he's sayin punk

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you

He got an old Mossberg

In the mossy oak duffle bag

Layin in the back of the donk boy

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you

Think he's playin

You better listen

What he's saying punk

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you

He got an old Mossberg

In the mossy oak duffle bag

Layin in the back of the donk boy

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you

11: 30 and I'm pulling up

Dirty smoking babbage out the back

Of my buddies Monty Carlo

Spittin over some super hot beats

With a super hot freak

We call the parking lot hoe

You know we sippin on

That old brown bottle

Bass in the trunk make the

Whole town wobble

So when we ride around bitches follow

But tonight one of the bitches

Is giving us problems

Well one of them bitches be f**kin one

Of my homeboys favorite bitches

And has been on his hit list

For a minute

And I think he's ready to handle his business

He told me Yelawolf get this

And he handed me the Cartier watch

That was on his wrist

He said watch this shit

And he took to the trunk

And grabbed his biscuit Biscuit

Think he's playin

You better listen

What he's saying punk

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you

He got an old Mossberg

In the mossy oak duffle bag

Layin in the back of the donk boy

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you

Think he's playin

You better listen

What he's saying punk

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you

He got an old Mossberg

In the mossy oak duffle bag

Layin in the back of the donk boy

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you

Two men stand

One's gotta go

One falls down to the ground

One walks down to the road

Momma better call the police

Now he's screaming no

Took a buckshot to the chest

With a rock salt shell

And he's moving slow

All this blood has spilled

Enough to give a penguin chills

Hot enough to make a potato smoke

At the tip of a hollowed steel

In the valley of the hollowed field

In the valley of the hollowed tip

This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy

This is where I live Bama

Think he's playin

You better listen

What he's saying punk

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you

He got an old Mossberg

In the mossy oak duffle bag

Layin in the back of the donk boy

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you

Think he's playin

You better listen

What he's saying punk

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you

He got an old Mossberg

In the mossy oak duffle bag

Layin in the back of the donk boy

Don't make me go pop the trunk on you