Go To Jail

Yelawolf

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    See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
    If I don't make bail then I'll see your ass in jail
    The cops might catch me, but if they do, fuck 'em
    Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be damned if I don't touch him
    See that dude? He's ready, huh?
    Face lookin' like he got hit with the funk
    You smell shit and can't spot it?
    That's a habit hard to break 'til you run into a dropkick
    From the balcony like chuck norris

    In a pair of timbos and the king sits in the forest
    Wolf, you just threw away your rolex, you're wasting time
    Cereal box mc's, keep wasting lines
    Your cornballs get popped, your captains get crunched
    You might be frosted but you a mini-wheat, punk
    I'm bails of haystack, a whiteboy that'll hit the pump
    You grab a ak, I'll drive a tank out the trunk
    Be humble, the written word is upon to you
    Earthquake the l train shakes and the rubble pumbles you
    Some folks were born to rap, I was born to utter truth
    Thou art with me, and your art stoop

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    See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
    If I don't make bail then I'll see your ass in jail
    The cops might catch me, but if they do, fuck 'em
    Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be damned if I don't touch him
    Rush 'em, leave 'em out like a bad pet
    Take his money like las vegas in debt, that was a bad bet
    Who told you to do that, damn it? Who?
    When you get up, go right back to him, and tell him to come over here too
    I'm a clique rusher, havin' sex with the flu, a sick fucker
    With the winds with no chapstick, a lip buster

    Where're your 24's now, suparich?
    Up under my sister's double-wide trailer just for kicks
    I took the bricks, put 'em under the axle of your new shit
    Now you got a flintstone's crown vic
    Put me in cement shoes and throw me in the lake
    Tie my hands behind my back, duct tape my face
    That wouldn't kill yela copperfield, I'm david wayne
    I got tricks up my sleeve like I got hoes, trackin' over lane

    Don't get hit with the stiff arm, cadillac is runnin'
    Put wannabe-gangsters on my grill like burgers on a foreman
    See I might go to jail, but I will make bail
    If I don't make bail then I'll see your ass in jail
    The cops might catch me, but if they do, fuck 'em
    Cause dude'll call me out and I'll be damned if I don't touch him

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