Out of Control - Travis Barker, Yelawolf

My trucks so clean, you can lick the white walls and drink the gasoline

My pockets so deep I can eat McDonalds 5 days of the week

I got so much soul the devil is jealous, wanna be down with the king

I’m off the ground I float like a jet of propellers, a Vietnam machine

Speaking of Vietnam I’m in this beat like a heater in Vietcong

When it’s ___?

Preaching of see 'em wrong, ravish piece I retrieve 'em and lead 'em

wrong with this gift of a Chevy dream

I’m too rock for hip-hop

Too hip-hop for rock n' roll

I’m too city for rednecks

And I’m too country for city folks

But I don’t give a fuck what they want from me

I can only give 'em what I know

I guess you can just call it

Out of motherfucking control

I get so drunk I lean against walls when there is no wall

My team is so wild that they throw up the rebel flag when there is no cop

The south is still dirty, my Chevy parts are clapping, I need no applause

Roll up like a tornado windpark, 50 seat with nothing but us

I grew up on ___?

when mama was poor hoping for easy jobs,

I’m set with a TV nod

I grew up in ___?

when mama was star-shopping for Iggy Pop’s ___?

We grew up a few easy ___?

and mama was more popping when ___?

dropped I sat with a ___?

I knew it was either rock and if wanted more options for me to block

I happened to see hip hop

Give a fuck if you understand it, how would I expect you to, I barely

comprehend it

How I ended up standing with Shady, shaking hands with 50 like

it was planned for me maybe

I’m the juxtaposition the position of musical composition

I’m America’s sweat stain, what’s left in the kitchen

Take the garbage out with the beggers and jump in the fucking bag

Digging for hand-me-down's, like I forgot what I have

Nobody told me how to do me, it just is

An evolution of rap and rock 'n' roll mixed with

Country-ass Memphis, Tennessee hillbillies

Tobacco spitting white kid ___?

Metallica, Triplesix, OutKast, Johnny Cash

Deadhead hippie shit ___?

I’m ___?

to witness it

Benefit from the pen, ye, I begin

Thank you, Eminem, ___?