[no] hands down, the filthiest track on radioactive
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Growin' Up in the Gutter - Yelawolf [Radioactive]
Once upon a time in an apartment home, lived a little girl w/ a heart of stone.
cuz part of her heart was partly gone, rarely seen n hardly known.
Treated like a mat on a boxing ring, blood drop stains on the twin box springs,
daddy came to visit its not a dream, she thought to herself 'whats happening?".
Above her head, is a crucifix, but lucifer loosens up his wrist, lays her down w/ an open fist.
N all that was left was hopelesness, lil girl wheres your loving mother?
under the covers, under the covers. lil girl what have you discovered? she stuttered..
Growin up in the gutter, no more, fairytales. no place like hell-no place like home.
growin up in the gutter, black n white, in a frame, there we are, safe n sound.
stray guns, no aim, yeahh! growin up in the gutter!
N you aint gotta be from the projects, to deal with this nonsense.
Cuz even in suburbia someone will murder ya, over nothin, leave your body slumpin,
in the parking lot of your complex,.
violence is a hard pill to swallow n digest, my town is full of drug dealers,
most of em got shot in the process, hustlin n stackin up profits.
they robbin muthafuckas like they have a contest.
shit, he took a bitch to his appartment to brag, a week later he tied up on thecarpet n gagged, cuz he showed her all the pills he had for sale for the low,
she told her cousin then her cousin grabbed a glock n mask, kicked in his door, laid him down.
then he shot him n dashed, ran off with all that he had.
he used to be ballin, now he got a colostomy bag.
what you know bout that middle class white bitch slangin her body for crack,
mexican drug cartels, you hear the buck shot shells, n then the blood clot fails.
there aint no healin the wounds,
biggest meth bust on the east coast right here in Duluth,
my lyrics are proof, of growin up in the gutta.
You think you can define how hard you got it?
by what neighborhood you libe in muthafucker-wake up in the gutter!
Slumerican indeed, i am drug through the mud like a weed,
what i am, was child who was beat,
[i am] leather belts that made me,i am home alone at 8,
[i am] somebody's life to rate,
[i am] given to the beast by fate, i am the one who did escape,
[i am] a voice for the cold in the dark, i am the one who sold his heart,
[i am] from a family torn apart, i am a target for your dart,
[i am] sick again from the whips, i am head to the gun n click,
[i am a soul that dont run from shit,
[i am] exposed to the g.o.a.t.s. of sin,
[i am] met a ghost n said, i am in the basement in red,
[i am] dead cuz the ouija board said, I-A-M
Growin up in the gutter, no more, fairytales. no place like hell-no place like home.
growin up in the gutter, black n white, in a frame, there we are, safe n sound.
stray guns, no aim, yeahh! growin up in the gutter!
LOLZ
imthebestyour2nd 1 month ago
@imthebestyour2nd lol whats so funny ray hmmmm?
veronikavanquish 1 month ago
@veronikavanquish nothing really just yelawolf, and his emo music, but hey...the guys got originality!
imthebestyour2nd 1 month ago
@imthebestyour2nd he makes it work!
veronikavanquish 1 month ago