[Kid Rck - hook]
 Yeah, I’m throwed off
 Aint about the money I’ma blow it off
 I made my own lane, let’s roll, lets roll
 Yeah, I’m going off
 Aint got a whole lot but I’mma show it off
 Better recognise game, lets roll, lets roo-ooooll

[Yelawolf - Verse 1]
 Yeah, now let me [bad word] you to my small town
 Big [bad word] in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around
 How I was raised, 808 [bad word] quaking they shake that box 88
 And the dope boys hotter than [bad word] gate but I still in the shade
 With a fold up chair, a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate
 A-L-B-A-M-I’m off I might pee in the lake
 I might go to Talladega and see me a race
 Bring me case, yeah I’m bringing a case
 I’m gettin’ throwed off…

[Hook]

[Yelawolf - Verse 2]
 And I’m all the way throwed off
 Z71 take the bow off
 Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk
 Yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy
 Yeah buddy, might go off, split you like a bowling ball
 Split you in my overalls
 Yeah home of the Gumbo, got a couple folks that’d do it to you for hundo
 That dixie cups gonna fall off the console
 You don’t wanna have a convo and not understand that ‘Bama slanguage
 Like hollerin’ aint it, but [bad word] to paint it so it won’t be throwed off?

[Hook]

[Yelawolf - Verse 3]
 I’m just a kid that rocks
 I’m just a boy with a dream
 You bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks
 Used to keep a .22 in a shoebox
 Now I bang beretta’s, she’s 22 and I keep her in a tube top
 White trash and all, take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off
 Like how the f-ck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a f-cking jackhammer dog
 Cause I planned it all, Crimson tide standing tall
 [bad word]  I’m another lit cannon ball
 F-ck around and I’m going off and I’m getting throwed off

[Hook]