Can it be lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah
Now Yelawolf is only getting funky
Ask Mommy I'm a fool come and laugh for me
Hit the fame wit' more soul than a sad junkie
This ol' cracker sh*t on rappers like bad plumming
It's overgrown but they couldn't hide my path from me
I'm in the truck you you shoulda' seen the white trash coming
f*ck A b*tch, I'm trash honey Walking With My Hands Pointed
At her throat Like A Mad Mummy lap suckas' around the track
Mash Money bank wads and paint jobs could get the cash from me
Treat everybody like a wall to a crash dummy jesus I mean that's
A call to the last coming a cheetah was never seen this fast running
Like I do rap hunny can't you hear the echo to the brass humming
I want it all I want the last something if there's something to be got
I want to get the got and leave the rats nothing and if the GOD, GOT
GOT by the last monkey I'm a gorilla the vanilla bean, that's hungry
Hungry enough to eat a burrito full of mayo and glass clumsy when I'm drunk off
Off a glass of brass monkey giving up is like giving my dad money
I'm better off giving up, cause I'll never see back the cash from em
Family values are a drag sunny, when you're from Alabama
Even grandma's lookin' for that fast money


[Hook]
Hello
Bootleg kev and yelawolf and we say
Howdy
How you doing out there
Hello
Can it be that it was all so simple
I'm sorry
Or does anyone even f*cking care
And im back like a f*ckin fetus between the knees of a cheetah
Killed by the coathanger, my throat rangled i breath in this mic
Reachin for credit but im really reachin for cleavage
From the b*tch of the rap game i want milk, i won't believe it if you say i dont deserve im worth it, im worth adidas and gold chains and fedoras and all that come for the reason
To be a part of the leaders the preachers and money seekers
Thatll turn my project come into a f*ckin platinum leaker, or gold at least come on i mean i'm not a golden retriever
But i receive the gold even if i win by a needle
The people winnin i see em i got em im on their heel, with the tank and a militia with a mission like Steven Siegel
Deceivin the sheeps illegal i need the sheep to be smarter, im a martyr but im not a creep you should know when you see the eagle
The script and the seven seagrams the sip and the shine is lethal, but a drunk bird in flights like a baby drivin a regal
But maybe the babys fright and my flight is only a piece of the story cause im not boring im an entertainer to the people
In your brain like i thought, im the prince to the Sheila cause Sheila's my momma, and this purple reign in my roof leaks to the bucket but f*ck it all i fix roofs and i fix heaters
So i never stay cold for long im too strong im a two seater in a used beamer with a corvette engine on an empty street wit a nitrous tank but the night is blank and i got no high beams to see
But a high beam to me, is a jim beam high hi bean how ya be
3-3-3