Here I Am - Yelawolf

I’m the dude

I’m the dude

Catfish Billy’s on premium gas, I’m fuckin' heavin' with cash

I sprayed the ceiling with Louie, gave the ceiling a bath

Oh, you catchin' feelings, homie?

Ease it on back

Catch smoke from a young gun you gonna have to breathe in a mask

Frat boy, are you in need of an ass whoopin'?

'Cause the way you lookin' makes me helium laugh

Even a grad student tryna be prudent will get tossed even as trash

Top of the morning to ya, oh, I’m so different to ya

Hopin' you prayed this morning, that you said, «Hallelujah»

Malcolm, you in the middle, your algorithm is screwed up

Yeah, Mark Zuckerberg, I’m tattooed up, here I am

Here I am

Sittin' here

In my chair

Mindin' my own business, this ain’t even fair

What you said

I don’t care

I don’t want no problems (I'ma whoop— whoop— I’ma whoop—)

I’ma whoop this motherfucker’s ass I swear

I’ma whoop this motherfucker’s ass, I swear

I’ma tear this bitch up, I’ma throw a fuckin' chair

I’ma whoop this motherfucker’s ass, I swear

I’ma whoop this motherfucker’s ass, I swear

I’ma whoop this motherfucker’s ass, I swear

I’ma tear this bitch up, I’ma throw a fuckin' chair

I’ma whoop this motherfucker’s ass, I swear

You done woke up a sleeping giant, a heap of lions

You done stuck your hand on a pot that’s still fryin'

I done been down this road so many times

That I could drive it blindfolded, drunk, drop gears and hill climb it

Bitch, when I yell out (Uh-oh)

Slumerican squad up, motherfucker, (Uh-oh), salute the low lifes

You all up on me, you gamblin' that’s it no price

To be game, 'cause I got snake eyes on both dice

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

I’m still hungry but humble, so let me buy you dinner

Swipe that black card over your shoulder, God damn

These conservative fucking yuppies, man, but here I am

Here I am

Sittin' here

In my chair

Mindin' my own business, this ain’t even fair

What you said

I don’t care

I don’t want no problems (I'ma whoop— whoop— I’ma whoop—)

I’ma whoop this motherfucker’s ass I swear

I’ma whoop this motherfucker’s ass, I swear

I’ma tear this bitch up, I’ma throw a fuckin' chair

I’ma whoop this motherfucker’s ass, I swear

I’ma whoop this motherfucker’s ass, I swear

I’ma whoop this motherfucker’s ass, I swear

I’ma tear this bitch up, I’ma throw a fuckin' chair

I’ma whoop this motherfucker’s ass, I swear

Get up

Better tighten your lip up

I don’t give a damn about none of your crew

I’m about to do what daddy used to do and whip ya (Uh-oh)

Got a belly full of liquor (Uh-oh)

And I don’t give a damn about none of your crew

I’m about to do what daddy used to do

I’ll get up

Better tighten your lip up

I don’t give a damn about none of your crew

I’m about to do what daddy used to do and whip ya (Uh-oh)

Got a belly full of liquor (Uh-oh)