Lyrics:

They should've never ever let you out
Going down, 'em all with the mouth from the south
What you gonna say, what you gonna do?
As you know they're coming, coming after you

Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
(Big Boy)

You know they're taking shots at you
'Cause you're an animal, oh

Here we go
Alabama's own buddy promenade
And I'm in the zone now everybody
Bringing 'em home, baby, tour da stage

Slick Rick E. Bobby in a Nascar
Running up on motherfuckers like I'm in a bar
Sentimental motherfuckers in a cookie jar
Be the late night snack, I'm Santa Clause

Down to Panama beach, drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
Let me hold 'em up for ya, baby, while you walk

Wanna get the party bumping, let me do my thing
Get the marijuana, plant need watering
Throw it in a bong, let it start bubbling
Know what I mean, Butterbean bada-bada-bing

Trashy white, pass the mic, yeah, I'm doing 'em dirty
Fists start pumping when I'm in the lights like I'm rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I'm elegantly perfect

Rack it in, pack 'em in to the back again
Rap it up, rap it in, sicker than a pack of 10 mini thins
You'll get when I win but I won't lose
In fact I'm gonna win, win again with another hand

Here's another hand, here's another hand
Dealer, can I get another hand?
Here's a hand, king, king, king, king, king
Bitch, Yelavision and the dirty south
And you know we getting green, bitch, eh

They should've never ever let you out
Going down, 'em all with the mouth from the south
What you gonna say, what you gonna do?
As you know they're coming, coming after you

Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
(Big Boy)

You know they're taking shots at you
'Cause you're an animal, oh

Candy coated whip running over candy coated rappers
(Vroom)

Panties on my drip
Do a back flip for me, baby
Be an acrobatic actor
(Action)

Do a cartwheel on the wall, will you?
Do a cartwheel while I chill on a bar stool
When I throw a dart at a wet seal, well
I can see ya well, I'm gonna throw a fucking harpoon

Go Looney Tunes and lose ya for the lose
To prove you're in a room, you're shrooming to the moon
But in the morning you're waking up like a broom
Swept off ya feet 'cause Yelawolf ain't a groom

I ain't popping the cherry, I'm popping berry
Moonshine, hop in the bedroom, let's move
If ya wanna compare me, compare me to a legend
Don't compare me to a young fool

Go get a gun, go get a gun, now get a cinna' bun
Now sit upon your fucking roof
I live a ton, I get it done, fuck anyone
You fuck anybody, you ain't fucking with the crew

Yeah, throw another bucket in the pool
Dry it out, now everybody skate
'Cause I'm a lord of a Doggytown
(Woof)
A.L.A.B.A.M.A, my state

My state of my mind, 1985, wide body
Looking for the little small tail gate party
Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie
Get shitty like a porta-potty so

Jump on the paddy wagon
Like a Pakistani and packing a mack 11
With a pack of maniacs, 11:30 back at it again
I'm ready for the battle when and where
Motherfucker, they let another cracker in, yeah

They should've never ever let you out
Going down, 'em all with the mouth from the south
What you gonna say, what you gonna do?
As you know they're coming, coming after you

Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it moving
(Big Boy)

You know they're taking shots at you
'Cause you're an animal, oh