Artist: PRhyme f/ Yelawolf
Album:  PRhyme 2
Song:   W.O.W. (With Out Warning)
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Chorus 2X: DJ Premier scratches]
"Put the rap game on a crutch" {*Kendrick Lamar*}
"Blow the spot without warning" {*Rakim*}
"You get no chance to back down" {*Xzibit*}

[Yelawolf]
Yeah!
Hop off my Harley Davidson lookin like I just got hit with a cool stick
Cherry red boots, cigarette lit and aggravated
How come it's to this dirt road, moonshine trailer trash trooper
Everyday's a party, happy belated
If you're smokin marijuana with your momma at 12
Then we either related or related in jail
Street thangs, stealin Honda's for them Asian gangs
Hopefully Yao Ming's little sister would give me brains
That's street cred for the uncredible nobodies
I'm a Bon Jovi look-alike, bitch I so got it
Lordy, Catfish Billy get stoked shawty
And I shined up the bowties up that box body
And Alabama knows it - travel the world with my slang
Some of 'em don't get the slang but Alabama knows it
I'm sweaty funk, humidity punks, fish hook on the hat
Dirty Louisville bat, lips chapped
I'm country hard

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Uh, ain't nobody fresher than him, and def' with more pressure than 'em
Never mess with niggaz whose image is skinny, stretchy denim
Just remember, everyone who with me winners
Everyone who with you dinner, bitches with you quick as Bruce and Krissy Jenner
Chrome rims on a whip just to shine on niggaz
Black tires, the lip white, Tyrone Biggums
Givin out turkeys on Thanksgiving like Nino with us
We even passin out TV's like Wendy Williams
All I know is that I'm the wild child
Y'all don't want no smoke with these bars, all y'all niggaz know is y'all SoundCloud
Hypothetically say I'm pissed, I would definitely AR grip
I would definitely spray y'all quick
If y'all expectin me to hesitate to shoot this bitch
Then y'all are definitely in the playoffs with J.R. Smith
I would definitely put my hand in your pocket but not the way you want
I'll put your whole family in boxes like y'all the Brady Bunch

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Uh, uh
I go bananas, too miraculous to react to mortal mammals
Cookin crack in my new velour pajamas
Gettin back to my roots, rap where I stored 'em hammers
Lord of grammar, my IQ's my actual portal panel
My IP address is my dresser drawer
I ain't stressed unless it's war, I ain't said shit, less is more
I bet you you'll die less than my irons legend for regrettin gore
Ghost whiter than the driven snow, and it's headed north
Lookin like it's for the seven floors, flows are metaphors
Buried skulls all over the globe like a Stegosaurus
My rifle kick back when it get blazed in the sky
I'm a classic, I get dressed playin "Aquemini"
Don't do some shit to get your wifey kidnapped
Have you on Twitter, beggin for your bitch back like Sage Gemini
While these niggaz gettin they hair dyed and they nails polished
I'm like Biggie and 'Pac trapped inside of Big L's body

[Outro: sample of Big L from "Stretch & Bobbito '92"]
Rhymes I create'll knock out your gold tooth
Battlin me is like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth
I wreck mics and drop the cool speeches
Nowadays rappers think they motherfuckin school teachers... {*fades out*}