[Intro: Yelawolf]
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Yeah, Slumdon Bridge
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Mr. Red, Catfish
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Back me up
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Let's go
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I'm out to bark again, ball cracked on the target, demolish it
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Don't jump, I just see, nah, took a swattin', then
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Think while I jump back on the beat, like I need audiences
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To speak too like a leech, needs to retrieve blood
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Should I creep into these ambient sounds with the speech? Obvious
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Witness the retardedness with cerebral palsy, that's several pauses
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You might need a coffin with holes on the top of these tubes to receive oxygen
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You buried alive like a freak, six feet
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Clawing and snatching and clawin' like a cat
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And a dog and a rat
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And a hog in a pen
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With a frog and all there is to eat
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Is frog and they
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Beat each to a pulp with nails, teeth and jaws and then
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They fight to the death for at least a piece off of them
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See that you back to bars again, he's all asleep in coffin, man
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I'm all, they all that's been, ever was at the start of it
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You mention the squad and then
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You mention the god of pens
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Not of it, but I'm harder then
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Flesh I'm harder than titanium brass plates that are polished in
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Sticking emcees off like a fly trap, or a bobby pin
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When I rap I'm astonishing
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I attack tracks like a train track strapped to a bomb and send
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Shockwave's that's what I made, got this bastard popping then
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I spit on my pop's grave without apologin'
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Take shits on shih tzus
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Pisses on igloos
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Throw it up to the whole fucking world, it's sick too
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Vomitin' stomach fluid like you just ate shit stew
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Did I say shit again? Do I give a shit, dude?
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Neither does [?] or they [?]
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Swimming in this ocean no, he just moves
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What I'm trying to say is, it's my motherfucking ocean
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And I crossed it
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Built a bridge, the Slumdon Bridge, holla!
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Tone
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Ed Sheeran |