Artist: Yelawolf Album: Shady XV Song: Down Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] These donuts are delicious.. {*car whizzes by*} Son of a bitch! We got a 10-94 on Hines Road, requesting backup! Repeat, 10-94 on Hines Road heading southbound! I'm in pursuit! [Yelawolf] Pick up, pick up, daddy's in the pickup Got so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccups You don't want it with me sucker, just look up Beer flyin in this motherfucker like bird shit Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb bitch Crook as a preacher on Sunday My maniac, Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai Chevy's up, we got lowlifes in bowties (holler) Up shit's creek, I'll take you for a boat ride Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll Tide You're playin golf in lightning? So am I (boom!) Dressed in a Tin Man suit Drinkin a tin can too, that is 110 proof Uhh, man if I only had a heart for you bitches I'd get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches But momma only raised Hell So when you done diggin that ditch, bitch, bury yourself Bye~! Pass me that Colt 45 I'm partyin 'til my fuckin throat's sore and dry I'm goin down [Chorus: Yelawolf] Aww man, you gotta love it! I'm (I'm) on (on) my (my) WAY (way) Hey momma, all around the town they're sayin "He's goin down, Lord have mercy!" I'm country rich, no budget! Got (got) to (to) get (get) PAID (paid) Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin "He's goin down, Lord have mercy!" [Yelawolf] Uhh, you drivin drunk, better lift your seat up Cause cops pull us over just to fuckin meet us (hello officer) Cause Marshall's a Rap God, damn right Well then I guess that makes me Jesus (bless you) So turn this water to whiskey Watch the Dirty South go from dirty to filthy High class only means stoned in school Joints, rolled up bigger than pony stool Smoke, stains on the roof, of the old Regal's brown So what? I got spokes on this bitch, and? The lift kit's like climbin into a spaceship UFO's, unidentified flyin Oldsmobiles And mobile homes, amen I can still smell the kerosene leakin (smell that?) I should've seen the signs I was blowin UP! Either in a trailer home or a pickup Hey Bubba, your baby boy is in big trouble I fuckin ran through a briar patch and got cut up Now I'm wide open in front of the whole town I bled for the game, I guess it's obvious now I'm goin down now, he told me wear it with pride You wanna take the hard road you gotta cherish the ride Most motherfuckers won't jump, to embarrass the fly Can't build a legacy up, then let it perish and die I'm goin down [Chorus] - 1.5X