Yelawolf - Voodoo Child Lyrics
Intro)Yeah this freestyle is dedicated to Justice, from Oklahoma@Justice_Whitnah let's rock buddy! Congrats!Well, I'm a voodoo childLord, I'm a voodoo child(Freestyle)Tell me ouija board, who's peaking in my window again?Couldn't be Peter Pan cuz he's got a *****ing evil grinThe ouiga board's spelled out E V I L twin C A T F I S HBilly that's ya again*****ing right I'm coming out to play, Michael ya should bow and prayLuck up to the sun and blind yourself cuz I'm bout the only one to relateTo the Michael that ya want to fightBut it ain't really gonna pay off cuz that *****ing outlaw inside you's gonna get ya either wayNow be the? fo' the orderObviously you're the sort of kind of warriorThe border prolly don't want to let thru the do'Cuz all the commonal is that you're poorer to the poor and overworkedBodies singin' out the story they can all be proud ofBut the sound of power showers over louder speakers in the boring hiphop court lobbyI'm a supa freak, Rick James ****, ya can do fo' meI take a nine smoke ya man and drop him off wit a lighter down on hooka streetI'm everythin' ya could be, make ya emcee read his elegy while I pull my zipper down behind a treeMan somebody died here, Yela', ya can pee? YepI don't care bout a grave ownerHater I don't care if I don't pay when I enter placesIf it's a million people waitin' to enter***** a VIP I want to see a stage and listen to no roastJust a wave of a bunch of from the days and I blaze this place, me in the centerI'm sicker than a hiccupIn a heat wit syphilis and hepatitisSucking on a pipe of cannabisePlus a virus that can't be identifiedIt's prolly betta that ya grab a sweaterBetter yet a leather jacket from a closet rackAnd maybe get a pack of antibiotics fo' the psychotic hifi phonics that I shareCuz there's a catfish breathing airThere's not two, there's not a thereThat's not a they, that's anotha yearThat's anotha ball park all togetherFrank got a fake gold No Limit's tankA golden forty five pointed at the pitcherMutha*****as wanna play a pickup game?Bones hit the strandsI'm so on my own **** that I won't quitI'm so on my own out here that I can't quitIf ya quarrel leavin', paint it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood***** bodies bang this in yo churchYa can sang wit me it's freeStyles I got piles, flows I got milesShow I got crowds, hoes I'm not proudOpen yo mouth, slow leakin' out, luv ya a beerTowels on the flo', vowels on the flo'Grounds on the floor, now ya record? Loud as a boarWhy would a boy look in the mirror?I say today is the day that I wake up and walk outsideAnd the entire globe turns bright purple just by poppin' this lil pill here, ya dig?I'm the reincarnate of a Vietnam vet. chasin' a group thru the jungleWit a mind like a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm chewin/ on a twigMy great great grand daddy fed me pepper and told me it was chocolateHe must of known I need some spice in life, I was too big fo' this piece of **** townYa try puttin' a dream inside a box, that box would implodeDilapidate, evaporate, desaturated wit soundFo' the folks in the back of the broken VolkswagenParkin' the bug in the parkin' lot and rollin' baggiesWalkin' around the festival, then profitin' off the these people yearnin', burnin'Fo' that LSD, fo' the lettuce head in meI give ya most props if ya grow cropsKeep yo tiedie and flip flopsYippe-kyyay if ya don't stop (don't stop)(Outro: Hendrix)And at the same time I'm right here in your picture frameYeah! What did I say nowCuz I'm a voodoo childLord knows, I'm a voodoo chile
