- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Michael Atha
 - Fefe Dobson
 - Asaf Borger
 - Thomas Wesley Pentz
 - Nikkiya Danyel Brooks
 
- See also:
 
Yelawolf - Animal lyrics
[Hook: Fefe Dobson]
 They should'a never ever let you out
 Cold animal with a mouth from the South
 Whatcha gonna say? Whatcha gonna do?
 Cause you know they coming, coming after you
 Watch out for the D-Boys
 Watch out for the boys in blue
 You better keep it moving
 You know they're taking shots at you
 Cause you're an animal
 [Verse 1]
 Here we go (Alabama's own buddy)
 Promenade (And I'm in a zone now)
 Everybody (Bringing them home baby)
 To the stage, Slick Ricky Bobby in a NASCAR
 Running over motherf*ckers like I'm in a bar
 Sentimental motherf*ckers in a cookie jar
 Be the late night snack I'm Santa Claus
 Down in Panama Beach, drunk, in my under-alls
 Playin' underwear volleyball with your broad
 I ain't bothered by you're triple D's, not at all
 Let me hold 'em up for ya baby while you walk
 Wanna get the party bumpin', let me do my thing
 If the marijuana plant need watering
 Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling, know what I mean
 Butter bean Badda Badda Bing
 Trashy white pass the mic, yeah I'm doin'm dirty
 Fists start pumpin' when I'm in the lights, like I'm rapping in Jersey
 Never get elegant in elementary never learned to write in cursive
 Raised by the country B-Boys, I'm elegantly perfect
 Rack it in, pack 'em in to the back again, rap it up,
 Wrap it in sicker than a pack of 10 Mini-thins
 You'll get when I win, but I won't loose in fact I'm gonna win
 Win again, with another hand, here's another hand, here's another hand
 Dealer can I get another hand, here's a hand King, King, King, King
 B*tch Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South and you know we're gettin' clean
 Rich, yeah!
 [Hook: Fefe Dobson]
 They should'a never ever let you out
 Cold animal with a mouth from the South
 Whatcha gonna say? Whatcha gonna do?
 Cause you know they coming, coming after you
 Watch out for the D-BoysYelawolf - Animal - http://motolyrics.com/yelawolf/animal-lyrics.html
 Watch out for the boys in blue
 You better keep it moving
 You know they're taking shots at you
 Cause you're an animal
 [Verse 2]
 Candy-coated whip runnin' over candy coated rappers (vrooom)
 Panties on her drip do a back flip for me, baby be an acrobatic actor,
 Action!
 Do a cart wheel on a bar
 Will you do a cart wheel while I chill on a bar stool
 Will I throw a dart at a wet seal,
 Well if I see a whale I'ma throw a f*ckin' harpoon
 Go looney toons and lose your fruit of the looms
 To prove you're in the room you're shroomin' to the moon
 But in the morning you're wakin' up like a broom,
 Swept off your feet cause Yelawolf ain't a groom
 I ain't poppin' the cherry, I'm poppin' berry moonshine,
 Hop in the bedroom, let's move
 If you wanna compare me, compare me to a legend,
 Don't compare me to a young fool
 Go get a gun, go get a gun,
 I'll get a cinnabon and sit upon ya f*ckin roof
 I live it son, I get it done,
 F*ck anyone yea f*ck anyone who ain't f*ckin with the crew
 Yea throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody skate
 Cause I'm a lord, I'm a doggy town (Wolf!)
 A-L-A-B-A-M-A my state, my state of mind 1985 wide body,
 lookin' for the little small town keg party
 Wanna get drunk wanna fall up in a hottie, get shitty like a port-o-potty
 So jump on the paddy wagon like a Pakistanian
 Packin' a Mac 11 with a pack of maniacs, 11:30 back at it again
 I'm ready for the battle when and where muthaf*cka,
 They let another cracker in, yea!
 [[Hook: Fefe Dobson]
 They should'a never ever let you out
 Cold animal with a mouth from the South
 Whatcha gonna say? Whatcha gonna do?
 Cause you know they coming, coming after you
 Watch out for the D-Boys
 Watch out for the boys in blue
 You better keep it moving
 You know they're taking shots at you
 Cause you're an animal














