p*ss’n In a Barrel of Bee’z lyrics

[Intro]
WOLF! (Yellow! Yellow! Yellow!--
WOLF; p*ssin' in a barrel of beez
Yelawolf! Volume one
WOLF... let's set it
AAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUU!

[Hook]
Look at me!
My belt buckle's unlatched
I'm holding my wee-wee, this way
Come watch my back I gotta pee-pee
f*ck 'em all I'll hold my balls and urinate on the industry
f*ck 'em, I'm p*ssin' in a barrel of beez

[Verse 1]
Mamaaaa! Mama, look; no hands
I dip my di*k in a jar of honey, and I'm peein' in a bucket of fire ants
Wait, them ain't fire ants! sh*t, them bumble bees!
But I still won't budge, I don't give a motherf*ck
If they crawled on my jungle weeds
I'm done with these, overrated, slow-paced, wanna-be motor bikes
You're tricycles, peddling hard
A bumble bee has one strike
Them soldiers slow your roll; you're supposed to be in line
Twenty-fours never made a rapper spit hard
You can only get a buzz when you fly
Amazing, n' craving them flowers like women, bouquets
Set a purple haze, Yelawolf I have an MC pushing up daisies, grinning
Standing six feet, nothin'
And I drank a whole lake
I gotta go real bad
And I got a belly ache
The great flood is back; I'm attacking the best of the best
Surround them with my sound, in this yellow sea of stress
Hurting, long waiting, hard writing, and sh*tty deals
And if that don't drown ya', you'll hit the Chevrolet windshield; splat!
[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Excuse me, anybody seen a bathroom around here?
I've been holding this sh*t back for so long
That I'm dancing with my hand on my balls like a queer
Here, here, I said it
Gotta let it go, gotta bigger head; swollen
Headed to the lab with a Ding-Dong
Like a deep sea fishing pole, and
Throw my line in with the bait hook
Got a great white following my books
sh*t that I wrote floats like a bobber
Sit back unappeared, unbothered
Jumping up when I see it bump
Just let the shark come near
Here fishy fishy! Here fishy fishy fishy fishy; now swallow
This, p*ss, b*tch; rich in nutrients
Let it go in your party bowl
Sticks to your dips and chips
Licks, taste, great; it'll make you live
Not dog a bite; I'm Golga-white
With a bottle breaker, and then a keg of Heineken
Fight like an Irishman
Fight like a wolf; I'm still growling
Marking my territory with my leg hiked, you know where to find him
Y-E-LA, W-O-L-F that spells the chief
p*ssin' on, H-O-T, B-E-A-T; that spells relief!
[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Oh my goodness, you've got motive
Chopped down, like an overgrown bush with a weed eater
Wet up the spot, with me, Peter
Run up on that 808 kit, take a sh*t
Hike my paw-paw, and drain 'me lizard
Wolf relieved himself on top of the track with a three-liter
Did you like this song before we did it? (Naw) Me neither!
Well pull out your Johnson motherf*cker; if you got a twat then squat
Do it if you want to little mama; if you got what's hot, then drop
But don't sit on the meat cleaver; you can't clean up blood with a mop
I do my sh*t sober... do you need some X when you rock?
Well here's a triple stack (HAUUUUUH!) --now pop
Hot rocks, meteor damage putting holes in your Chevy top
I do not stop
Ceiling is damaged, now you're really riding in a drop
You could ride or die, or die to ride a drumkick, and then get shot
Blew by the police by the hot sh*t security; you are stopped
Hold up, freeze
Step out of my vehicle, rewind
This sh*t is pitiful
Must I get rid of you?
Must I p*ss on you?
[Hook x2]

[Outro]
Takes big balls!
Watch out dog!
Missy Elliott, Dallas Austin, Mona Scott! UPN!
God damn MTV... BET... I'm coming!