Whiskey In a Bottle

Yeah

Still on that ass like handcuffs

Up in you like hand puppets

Make a mute holler

You shoulda jumped in that Impala, homie

Refrigerators never seen ice, baby

Not vanilla, not a breeze on the hill

Will make a flame, grab a chinchilla

Quite like the words I built up to

Fuck guppies, I see food and I hush puppies

So give me that king crab and I'll break its shell

You seen that?

Well, fuck 'em if he don't take it well

So crack the top off that hot

Shakin' ale

And say, "Free young struggle who's not makin' bail"

He got popped by the feds

Fuck the cops, take an L

Fuck it, take M-N-O-P

Learn how to spell

I'll pull up to the gate and we'll skate on these country faggots

And until then, fuck 'em, they can have it

Slum-erican  means slum American breed

Gutter raised with world wide dreams, yeah

Put your hands to the sky

I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger now

Yeah, I'm a landslide

I'm a head case, train wreck

Avalanche comin' down

Put your hands to the sky

I'm a ready made party

I'm whiskey in a bottle now

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

I'm whiskey in a bottle now

Still on that gas like

The bottom of my signature shoe

'Bama red

I'm on that ass like Alabama did LSU

Goose egg, oh, Lord

Bible belt raised in your mouth like a cold sore

Roll Fords, nah, roll tide and roll Chevy's

My momma rolls joints

Smoke rolls off of the tip

Daddy's a rollin' stone, I'm rollin' in shit with these pigs

In the south side, who you rollin' with in the sticks?

With hair weaves and air streams

Cigarette stained walls

Fuck, I can barely breathe

Spittin' shotgun pellets out of my fuckin' chili bowl

But am I a hillbilly, no

I'm the truth behind these fuckin' illusionist

Yellin' redneck, you about as red as the color blue is

Call me a redneck and I just tattoo it

Because of the abuse and I use it as therapy in music

So put your hands to the sky

I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger now

Yeah, I'm a landslide

I'm a head case, train wreck

Avalanche comin' down

Put your hands to the sky

I'm a ready made party

I'm whiskey in a bottle now

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

I'm whiskey in a bottle now

Still on that grass like John Deere's

This yard is already cut

You can't get no work here

Uh, you fags thought it was swag

You was stealin', it turns out I got no peers

Just years of street smarts

So, here you go, retards

Come hit this bullseye

I'll give you three darts

One, my last album flopped

Two, it wasn't my time

Three, my fuckin' momma sellin' my pajamas online

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

But guess what

I'm whiskey in a bottle now

Fuckin' right, I'm aged

I'm thirty three

I'm not a child who plays with crap to get appeased

Don't clap for no MC who's wack

They get a free slap

Fuck out my car when I smashed in a Caprice, I'm Jack

Sippin' still

Whippin' wood wheels

Truck on steroids

Illegal to play ball

But dammit, how good it feels

Drop that black card

Park in the backyard

Baby, fire up the grill

It's party time

Put your hands to the sky

I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hairpin trigger now

Yeah, I'm a landslide

I'm a head case, train wreck

Avalanche comin' down

Put your hands to the sky

I'm a ready made party

I'm whiskey in a bottle now

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

I'm whiskey in a bottle now