Artist: Yelawolf
Album:  Trial By Fire
Song:   Trial By Fire (Intro)
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro Skit]
Yew, what the fuck is up? Made it
You see that fuckin dude try to cut me off?
Go up in here and get a beer, get a shot
Blues party, oh shit, Gil
Woo woo! What up Gil?!
(What up mayne? Hey y'all)
(I see my boy Yelawolf comin up in the house, mayne)
(What? Look like got his boys with him too, mayne)
Hey man, you grab me a beer?
(Is that brother Bones out there? Uh, it look like DJ Klever too, mayne)
Ow! (Hey Yela, man come on up here and give these folks somethin)
Oh shit (I need to go get me a drink, mayne)
Aight (Let 'em come on, ladies and gentlemen)
(Yela, Bones, DJ Klever, c'mon y'all)
Yo, let's freestyle some shit (THAT'S right)

[Intro: Yelawolf]
Check check check check
Let's go Klever {*scratches*}
This is Bones Owens to my right, right here
To my left, DJ Klever
My name is Yelawolf
This is "Trial By Fire"
 
[Yelawolf]
Uhh, back in 1979, it was a cold day in December
Momma peeled the paint off the wall, screamin, "Baby's on the way"
They rushed her to the hospital in that old Chevy truck
Runnin 90 miles an hour down them back roads
Blowin past the sheriff hid in the woods, smoke bellowin off the engine
Runnin HOT, must've been a sign
They rushed her to the emergency room, and barely made it to the bed
A few minutes later I was screamin for my first breath
"A little devil," the doctor said
"He just got that look in his eye, ya know?
Reminds me of mischief
Yeah, this ones gonna be trouble I can tell it"
Then the lights went
Then momma said "Doctor something's burnin, I could smell it"

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
And it was trial by fire
I'm just, under the flames, sick of burnin down
You better WATCH, your step, when I come around

[Yelawolf]
Damn right...
You could hear lightning for miles around, and oak trees hittin the ground
The wind tore holes in that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
"Change is coming," my great grandmomma said
Quietly clutchin her Bible, sittin in a rockin chair, smokin a cigarette
And the wood creaked beneath the porch and the old dog moaned and cried
as the sirens was passin by
And Mr. Williams brought a mean batch of that moonshine to the wake
You know one comes and one goes as they say
And they laid a flower on the grave
Buried on December 29th for robbin a bank
and killed by the police, see you in the next life old friend
Little did he know his old friend was back again
As the son of Sheila Diane, uhh
 
[Chorus]

[Yelawolf]
You know how the story goes, c'mon
See me, I'm a curious soul, a stray bullet to some
A chatter and whisper at night and the head of a followin, Slum
A rebel at heart, a devilish grin, a leader of men, a preacher at 10
I was already in to spiritual sin, back in the saddle again
12's in the back of the trunk, makin it rattle again
Givin them nothin but punk, livin, the baby, the baby's got powers
The baby is haunted, fuck a church, I'm a confession
Professional, public anointed, came from the wrong side of the tracks
Bringin the wrong crowds out the back
Keepin these gutter dogs raised, within these alleyway cats
Seen what these others can't see
My poetry is a reflection of life lookin up from the bottom and climbin that fuckin tree
But I brought a chainsaw, I come to build a house up out of it
Choppin limbs off this culture and puttin soliders up inside of it
with the nails, brick, mortar, board up the windows for the tornado
I'm a fatal blow to these unable foes; bag up the hot potato rolls

[Chorus]