Yeah, go, white girl, it's ya birthday Go, white girl, it's ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go, white girl, it's ya birthday (Yeah, I know) Yelawolf mane, Gucci, holler at ya, man (Yeah, I know) So I got this twelve pack (Yeah, I know) We blow smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear Sayin', she just wanna party Trunk Musik got these poppers poppin' off the Richter scale D boys on the corner droppin' quarters like a wishin' well Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of Zinfandel Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell Pitch and black, I'm Mr. Pale Pack the pack and drink the ale Gettin' drunk, I'm drunk as hell Don't think I can lean my chair Got a toothbrush for the dirty mouth muthafuckin' rappers You don't wanna see me there Blindside 'em, blindside 'em Bitch I'll leave you readin' Brail You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away Got so many hook ups, I could pull the muthafuckin' train Reachin' for the bottles, baby, tell me what you want again I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party She just wanna get wasted, too wasted, so wasted, it's scary Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the EA Jimmy Hendrix Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm roarin' up that rhinoceros She's jockin' and it's obvious I land in your metropolis Don't know who the baby father is But I don't owe no apologies She just want a Harley I'm rollin' up the Marley I'm drunk as Paul McCartney I'm aided by the shawty I'm Gucci Mane, not pootie tang I put it down, don't pick it up Advice to you, don't pick on us Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns We came here with 5 of 'em I leave out with 9 of 'em That's 14 I keep around I want 'em 'til I get tired of 'em I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Cocaine on the table, wish the rappa got 'em choppin' logs Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin' pot Jackie Chan is rollin', rollin', Yelawolf is pourin', pourin' Slow motion got ho's in motion, I think it's the perfect time To put 'em in the mood, to put 'em in the car Take 'em to the house and what Take 'em to the room, take 'em to the mouth How we do it down south, what I'm always going, going Ghettovison is sewing Plowing, growing, growing Crop those things I'm a brewing Catfish Billy, on ya grilly Cook it up, make a mealy Gettin' stupid, gettin' silly Drinkin' beer, oh so chilly Fucked up But I'll tell you that I can't complain Yelawolf and Gucci Mane Keepin' yo bitch in a tame I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Prima, we just wanna party Ha, ha, ha Yela, Gucci, burr That's hard

Pa's just got a lot of things to do Like what? Doesn't matter, I don't want Pa to skin me alive like he's gonna do to you if he finds out Pa said not to bother him, and if he's not gonna be home, how can I bother him? It'd be better if you just forget about it Well I'm going to do it, and I'm gonna take Jack with me, 'cause Pa didn't say anything to him Way down this country road and I holler Where they make that moon shine still There's an old man on the porch on a shack And the shack is where he lives Round the town they call him Paul It's Paul from on the hill And every time Paul does slay a hog You can hear that hoggy squeal I'm from the valley of the bible belt That motherfuckin' preacher's daughter's son Where they can't find no woman, no man, no cousin, no friend without a gun Alabama that is my home Fucking trailer park has got my heart Off in the hood, I make home when I play in the woods after dark You won't find me sober much Always got a bottle of Jacky O I take my sips, I talk my shit And I fight anybody that wants to go Tall and slim, walk with a limp 'Cause my nuts are oversized Fuck your dope and your alcohol Because your shit is overpriced Hit the bootleg for twenty-four before I'm 21 (mathematics) Going to jail 'cause I'm drunk at Piggly-Wiggly (dagnabbit) 'Cause I be here and I do my time 'Cause I can't make bail on minimum wage Nothing to do in the country but get Drunk and watch that pendulum sway Back in the saddle again Throw my middle finger up to the law I ain't gotta rob nobody tonight But I might do it just because I am a nut, I get bored Did some pills but I want more Fuck this world, fuck this town If I fuck you once I fuck you sore Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit goddamn Pussy cunt bitch suck a cock If you want some of this rock'n'roll Take this pipe, suck this rock Just a flock, super-hot Clean 'em up, grab a mop Catfish on my shit, fuck with me you gonna get dropped Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy You don't want it with me motherfucker I promise I put you with the piranhas inside of a shallow swamp And then make you follow a boat full of drinking water And sing to you lullabies While I sip on nas under umbrellas Got a propeller sharp enough to eat through a two footed Root of a tree, if it's onto me then it's cool like it's moving So why do you think I fucking hate it Or lay a log in front of my boat and put a stop to what I do buddy whatever When I get up in the morning I think about When it's all over they can put my body up in the river With everything I did for the culture Inside of a book and light a candle for my mama who got sick on the fucking fame Immediately media will follow me to the end of the river While the people around my body deliver rhythms and syllables, relevant to my scripture I'm a sick son of a bitch, do you get the picture? My fucking name is Catfish, really though Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy

I'll have it as soon as I earn the money to buy it That's a long time away Daddy, you gonna tell her what Ma said? I've been that boy since I was smoking banana peels Back in Alabama with the ball-pen Hammer knocking hubcaps off the wheels Stealing bowties off the grills Mama said, "No carbonated soda 'fore you go to bed" But I never listened to her A two-liter bong with a tinfoil bowl Full of cheap hydro is illegal, I'm sure But I learned from watching the neighbors Yeah, watching the neighbors Got me in Jordache jeans Feeling real hot, hanging from my pocket, a pager Yeah, buddy boy, I'm clean Cubic zirconium rocks in my earrings Give me that stone and a mobile phone And I carry that gem like me and Irene I'm getting totally stoked Sipping Creek Water with me and my folks I'm getting totally throwed My flock is waddling around Can't keep my ducks in a row And I can't keep up with this bullshit they calling dope But I'm married to her I can't leave this bitch neither Rock and roll pussy, I cannot turn down Even though she's a liar, a thief, and a cheater, I need her That long hair ain't gonna cover up that red neck, boy Catfish Billy That motherfucker Billy in the house Billy and I'm really in the house Really like I'm really on the couch Chopping up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy There'll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain't never been a doubt, just bounce I'm Catfish Billy That motherfucker Billy in the house Billy and I'm really in the house Really like I'm really on the couch Chopping up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy There'll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain't never been a doubt, just bounce Still got the bottom beating like gorillas Checking my trunk like a killer You ain't fucking with Slumerican, stop, uh Bitch, go to sleep, grab a pillow Go to sleep with your stinking ass I ain't got time, I ain't taking trash Out to the bin, take you out with my pen And then I take a bottle and break the glass (Ooh) I done built me a fortress And I didn't have to beg, plead, or force it Got enough forces to sit on my porch and not move And still be in orbit An ancient alien, homo sapien Me and rap is like bee to orca Turn water to wine, one dollar a time Drink it up, it's fine, there's no need to cork it Gorgeous, mmh, give me those 'Cause I remember me and mama popping penny rolls And if you wasn't with me when the shit hit the fan Then you cannot get a penny, you ain't getting any, bro Gotta pay the taxes when the wood is out And the kerosene can is filled up to the brim Don't look at him, go get the matches Lace up and then take a hike I'm making shit that is major like I'm pulling up on them big wheels You couldn't pedal a baby bike I do not hang at the same club in the same town every damn night I am not making hip-hop for the hip-hop award show or the 'Gram likes 'Cause I'm... Catfish Billy That motherfucker Billy in the house Billy and I'm really in the house Really like I'm really on the couch Chopping up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy There'll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain't never been a doubt, just bounce I'm Catfish Billy That motherfucker Billy in the house Billy and I'm really in the house Really like I'm really on the couch Chopping up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy There'll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain't never been a doubt, just bounce