Get Mine

Engine, engine number 9 On that Mason-Dixon line Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine N.C. You get yours and I'll get mine verse 1: Yelawolf N.C. I'm a motherfucking boondock killer, Mossberg filler King of the drop, they'll never be much iller Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes N.C. And I rock, man, I'm a firestarter Two handles of brown and a half a gallon of firewater Tell the police they can keep knocking, N.C. we're doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching N.C. Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break N.C. And the next door neighbor wanna relocate uh You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I'm moving 20 P's at a time N.C. Black sheep, son of a landmine The caboose is loose, the train track's unattached and I Engine, engine number 9 On that Mason-Dixon line Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine N.C. You get yours and I'll get mine Scratches: DJ Klever Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ (*scratches* "Go DJ!") verse 2: Yelawolf So motherfucking outta tune hit Don't tell me to turn up trap or tune in! And because no new bitch to do It's the same bitch and you just bought her new tits And I don't give two fucks about you're two sips Wouldn't give you two dogs to give two shits Black sheep son of a land mine The caboose is loose, the train track's unattached and I Engine, engine number 9 On that Mason-Dixon line Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine verse 3: Yelawolf Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way Bones, Klever, shotgun stage killer Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla Open the doors to the venue and let the slums in Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip The south is in it, deep in it with bump Be funky, the tree trunk gon' speed bump Another round and the cops might have to hold me down If you don’t know me you’ll know me after I hit the ground Rittz filling my cup up until I get the ground Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill 'em and Billy now Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!" Black sheeps son of a landmine The caboose is loose, the train track's unattached and I Engine, engine number 9 On that Mason-Dixon line Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine