Alabama

Alabama Lyrics

(Intro)
Ladies in the back seat drunk, in and out of that
Window right for us, ding dong
Cigarette buds in the floorboard, honey mint
Another 30 pack in the trunk
(Verse)
And I'm covered in tattoos, step in this pocket my no. 10 pencils and shoes
Root of the f**kin' loom, butter constrict the roots
Morp yo f**kin' lawn with an 82' vehicle
Put premium glass in immediate glass
Chug it, spit five and laugh in a helium mask
Y'all couldn't f**k with a verse if you rehearsed a diss
Six months late it and gave it a DjDrama for horse stamps
I don't baggle, I war, I'm from the country where dope dealers run the rap game sh*t
f**k I'mma battle fir?! I ain't with that bullsh*t, I ain't no matador
I'm emcee 8 tapes, 808, rattlin' floors
I'm an AK, love - hate, I'm a catalyst for it
Crackers who act-a-rabbit and jump when I crack the door
Speakin' of act-a-rabbit you already know who I'm with
I dunno why you still actin' unsure, sh*t
I feel like slappin' these whores
Shut up, loser, you stupid, reach in that cooler and grab me a course
It don't matter if you mad that I'm more badder and more savage
Than these other rappers before
Because of my ? clothes and my pack in the patch record
b**ch, suck a stack o' sh*t while I stack up a sack of awards
In and they goons they bang and they pride, they b**ch and they moan
But this is what I see when they ride
(I tell you, I tell you, I tell you you must die)
Well, let me do you a f**king favor
In ? over I buy, and I'm on a higher for ya
Gonna need to provide
Picture ID to sit with Messiah's boy in the sky
Ancient Mayan convoyants, the portals have not arrived
Through this door in my mortal mind, Tom Sawyer in the divine
Took 4 years under the pines, developed the greater great
But then poured you a glass of wine
Now drink the unthinkable, put a flame to the tip of that joint
And then smoke the undreamable
Cuz me bein' who I am is nothin' less but a shrink into angels to daemons
A preacher who's leanin', a prophet, a mystic
And they all twisted, jerkin' off in a cup with the mixture of seamen
Nine months later, me and my momma's playn peek-a-boo
You play with me, I put a sheet to use
And I ain't talkin' ?, I'm talkin' meat and booth
Drop a hot verse and a hot deuce and kick the sh*t off the street literally
b**ch, you can eat a shoe
My soul is sad like my old dad
I muddy water infused it with rude jews your cold ass
So drugs make me happy
I'm alcoholic who fell in the shallow end of the swimming pool
Holding a fatty
Broke every bone but that blunt was bone dry
Cause I held that b**ch in the sky
I ain't sacrificing no high
If a high spitter with a couple of f**kin' scars
And the first thing that I said when I got in that f**kin' hard was
(Show me the way to the next whiskey bottle) Listen
(Ask why, ah, don't ask why!)
(Show me the way to the next whiskey bottle)
(Oh, don't ask why, ah, don't ask why!)
(f**k if we don't find the next whiskey bar)
(I tell you, we must die, I tell you, we must die)
(I tell you, I tell you we must die) Yeah, uh
This freestyle is dedicated to @DHOWELL51 from Vancouver BC
Congratulations, buddy, f**kin' slomation
Weed smokin' muthaf**kin' you, man, I saw yo page
Every f**kin' video you like exhalin' bong heads and sh*t
Well, keep it up! Everybody, follow @DHOWELL51
@DHOWEwell51 Vancouver BC here I come