Song Title

Yelawolf - Animal Lyrics (Feat. Fefe Dobson)

Yelawolf proves yet again that he's an animal when it comes to crooning. His latest leak starts off pretty calm, making us think that the rapper has turned a little soft, but after Fefe Dobson sings her part of the song, the master crooner unleashes the rap. The new song is titled "Animal" and it will be featured on Yela's upcoming album, "Radioactive" which is set for release on on November 21st, 2011.

Yelawolf – Animal Lyrics (Feat. Fefe Dobson)

Hook
They should’a never ever let you out Cold animal with a mouth from the
South Whatcha gonna say? Whatcha gonna do? Cause you know they
coming, coming after you Watch out for the D-Boys Watch out for the
boys in blue You better keeping it moving You know they’re taking shots
at you Cause you’re an animal
Verse 1
Here we go (Alabama’s own buddy) Promenade (And I’m in a zone now)
Everybody (Bringing them home baby) To the stage Slick Ricky Bobby
in a NASCAR Running over mutherfuckers like I’m in a bar Sentimental
mutherfuckers in a cookie jar Be the late night snack I’m Santa
Claus Down in Panama Beach, drunk, in my under-alls Playin underwear
volleyball with your broad I ain’t bothered by you’re triple D’s, not
at all Let me hold’em up for ya baby while you walk Wanna get the
party bumpin, let me do my thing If the marijuana plant need
watering Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling, know what I mean Butter
bean Badda Badda Bing Trashy white pass the mic, yeah I’m doin’m
dirty Fists start pumpin when I’m in the lights, like I’m rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary never learned to write in
cursive Raised by the country B-Boys, I’m elegantly perfect Rack it in,
pack’em in to the back again, rap it up, wrap it in sicker than a pack of
10 Mini-thins You’ll get when I win, but I won’t loose in fact I’m gonna
win Win again, with another hand, here’s another hand, here’s another
hand Dealer can I get another hand, here’s a hand King, King, King,
King Bitch Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South and you know we’re gettin’
clean Rich Yeah!
Hook

Verse 2
Candy-coated whip runnin over candy coated rappers
(vrooom) Panties on her drip do a back flip for me, baby be an acrobatic
actor, Action! Do a cart wheel on a bar will you do a cart wheel
while I chill on a bar stool Will I throw a dart at a wet seal, well if I see
a whale I’ma throw a fuckin harpoon Go looney toons and lose your
fruit of the looms to prove you’re in the room you’re shroomin to the
moon But in the morning you’re wakin’ up like a broom, swept off your
feet cause Yelawolf ain’t a groom I ain’t poppin the cherry, I’m poppin
berry moonshine, hop in the bedroom, let’s move If you wanna compare
me, compare me to a legend, don’t compare me to a young
fool Go get a gun, go get a gun, I’ll get a cinnabon and sit upon ya
fuckin roof I live it son, I get it done, Fuck anyone yea fuck anyone who
ain’t fuckin with the crew Yea throw another bucket in the pool, dry it
out now everybody skate Cause I’m a lord, I’m a doggy town (Wolf!)
A-L-A-B-A-M-A My state My state of mind 1985 wide body, lookin for
the little small town keg party Wanna get drunk wanna fall up in a hottie,
get shitty like a port-o-potty So jump on the paddy wagon like a
Pakistanian packin’ a Mac 11 Wit a pack of maniacs 11:30 back at it
again I’m ready for the battle when and where muthafucka, they let