(Yelawolf)Yeah, slumdon bridgeMr. red, catfishBack me upLet’s goI’m out to bark again, ball cracked on the targetDemolish itDon’t jump, I just see, nah, took a swattin’, thenThink while I jump back on the beatLike I need audiencesTo speak too like a leech, needs to retrieve bloodShould I creep into these ambient soundsWith the speech? obviousWitness the retardedness with cerebral palsyThat’s several pausesYou might need a coffinWith holes on the top of these tubes to receive oxygenYou buried alive like a freak, six feetClawing and snatching and clawin’ like a catAnd a dog and a ratAnd a hog in a penWith a frog and all there is to eatIs frog and theyBeat each to a pulp with nails, teeth and jaws and thenThey fight to the death for at least a piece off of themSee that you back to bars againHe’s all asleep in coffin, manI’m all, they all that’s been, ever was at the start of itYou mention the squad and thenYou mention the god of pensNot of it, but I’m harder thenFlesh I’m harder than titanium brass platesThat are polished inSticking emcees off like a fly trap, or a bobby pinWhen I rap I’m astonishingI attack tracks like a train trackStrapped to a bomb and sendShockwave’s that’s what I madeGot this bastard popping thenI spit on my pop’s grave without apologin’Take shits on shih tzusPisses on igloosThrow it up to the whole fucking world, it’s sick tooVomitin’ stomach fluid like you just ate shit stewDid I say shit again? do I give a shit, dude?Neither does [?] or they [?]Swimming in this ocean no, he just movesWhat I’m trying to say is, it’s my motherfucking oceanAnd I crossed itBuilt a bridge, the slumdon bridge, holla!