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 child
Lord, 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 fucking evil grin
The ouiga board's spelled out E V I L twin C A T F I S H
Billy that's ya again
Fucking right I'm coming out to play, Michael ya should bow and pray
Luck up to the sun and blind yourself cuz I'm bout the only one to relate
To the Michael that ya want to fight
But it ain't really gonna pay off cuz that fucking outlaw inside you's gonna get ya either way
Now be the? Fo' the order
Obviously you're the sort of kind of warrior
The border prolly don't want to let thru the do'
Cuz all the commonal is that you're poorer to the poor and overworked
Bodies singin' out the story they can all be proud of
But the sound of power showers over louder speakers in the boring hiphop court lobby
I'm a supa freak, Rick James ****, ya can do fo' me
I take a nine smoke ya man and drop him off wit a lighter down on hooka street
I'm everythin' ya could be, make ya emcee read his elegy while I pull my zipper down behind a tree
Man somebody died here, Yela', ya can pee? Yep
I don't care bout a grave owner
Hater I don't care if I don't pay when I enter places
If it's a million people waitin' to enter
Fuck a vip I want to see a stage and listen to no roast
Just a wave of a bunch of from the days and I blaze this place, me in the center
I'm sicker than a hiccup
In a heat wit syphilis and hepatitis
Sucking on a pipe of cannabise
Plus a virus that can't be identified
It's prolly betta that ya grab a sweater
Better yet a leather jacket from a closet rack
And maybe get a pack of antibiotics fo' the psychotic hifi phonics that I share
Cuz there's a catfish breathing air
There's not two, there's not a there
That's not a they, that's anotha year
That's anotha ball park all together
Frank got a fake gold No Limit's tank
A golden forty five pointed at the pitcher
Muthafuckas wanna play a pickup game?
Bones hit the strands
I'm so on my own **** that I won't quit
I'm so on my own out here that I can't quit
If ya quarrel leavin', paint it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the shameless Hollywood
Fuck bodies bang this in yo church
Ya can sang wit me it's free
Styles I got piles, flows I got miles
Show I got crowds, hoes I'm not proud
Open yo mouth, slow leakin' out, love ya a beer
Towels on the flo', vowels on the flo'
Grounds on the floor, now ya record? Loud as a boar
Why would a boy look in the mirror?
I say today is the day that I wake up and walk outside
And 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 jungle
Wit a mind like a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm chewin/ on a twig
My great great grand daddy fed me pepper and told me it was chocolate
He must of known I need some spice in life, I was too big fo' this piece of **** town
Ya try puttin' a dream inside a box, that box would implode
Dilapidate, evaporate, desaturated wit sound
Fo' the folks in the back of the broken Volkswagen
Parkin' the bug in the parkin' lot and rollin' baggies
Walkin' around the festival, then profitin' off the these people yearnin', burnin'
Fo' that lsd, fo' the lettuce head in me
I give ya most props if ya grow crops
Keep yo tiedie and flip flops
Yippe-kyyay if ya don't stop (don't stop)

(Outro: Hendrix)
And at the same time I'm right here in your picture frame
Yeah! What did I say now
Cuz I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows, I'm a voodoo chile