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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Vocals
Freddie Jackson
Freddie Jackson
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Nix
Don Nix
Songwriter
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
Clifton Rogers
Clifton Rogers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Conrad Clifton
Conrad Clifton
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Eminem
Eminem
Executive Producer
Leland Elliott
Leland Elliott
Recording Engineer
Paul Rosenberg
Paul Rosenberg
Executive Producer
Ryan West
Ryan West
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Big up, big up, daddy's in the pickup
Got so much bounce the kick drum give me hiccups
You don't want it with me sucker, just look up
Be a fly in this motherfucker, like bird shit
Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, bitch
Crook as a picture on Sunday
My maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai
Chevy's up we got low lives and bow ties
Up shit's creek I'll take you for a boat ride
Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips
Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, roll tide
You're playing golf in lighting
So am I
Dressed in a tin man suit
Drinking a tin can too that is 110 proof
Man, if I only had a heart for you bitches
I'd get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches
But mama only raised Hell
So when you're done digging that ditch, bitch, bury yourself
Pass me that colt 45
I'm partying till my fucking throat sore and dry
[Verse 2]
I'm going down
Aw man, you gotta love it
I'm on my way
Hey mama, all around the town they're saying
He's going down, Lord have mercy
I'm country rich, no budget
Got to get paid
Hey daddy, all around the town they're saying
He's going down, Lord have mercy
[Verse 3]
You driving drunk, better lift your seat up
'Cause cops pull us over just to fucking meet us
'Cause Marshall's a rap god, damn right
Well then I guess that makes me Jesus
So turn this water to whiskey
Watch the dirty south go from dirty to filthy
High class only means stoned in school
Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool
Smoke stains on the roof of the old regals brown
So what? I got spokes on this bitch and
The lift kicks like climbing into a spaceship
UFOs, unidentified flying Oldsmobiles
And mobile homes, amen
I can still smell the kerosene leaking
I should've seen the signs I was blowing up
Either in a trailer home or a pickup
[Verse 4]
Hey bubba, your baby boy is in big trouble
I fucking ran through a briar patch and got cut up
Now I'm wide open in front of the whole town
I bled for the game, I guess it's obvious now
I'm going down now, he told me wear it with pride
You wanna take the hard road, you gotta cherish the ride
Most motherfuckers won't jump to embarrass the fly
Can't build a legacy up then let it perish and die
[Verse 5]
I'm going down
Aw man, you gotta love it
I'm on my way
Hey mama, all around the town they're saying
He's going down, Lord have mercy
I'm country rich, no budget
Got to get paid
Hey daddy, all around the town they're saying
He's going down, Lord have mercy
[Verse 6]
Aw man, you gotta love it
I'm on my way
Hey mama, all around the town they're saying
He's going down, Lord have mercy
Written by: C. Rogers, Don Nix, Michael Atha
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