Out of Control (Explicit)

Out of Control (Explicit) - Travis Barker/Yelawolf

My truck's 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 I spit with the kerosene

Preaching of see 'em wrong grabbin' this piece I retrieve 'em

And lead 'em wrong with this gift of a shared dream

Reach in the seat and then bone like rap

The heat like a teeter

Now bring it on when you hit you can barely breathe

Leap in the creek and the pond

Back in the streets like a dealer to feed 'em songs

I blend in with everything

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 f*ck what they want from me

I can only give 'em what I know

I guess you can just call me

Out of motherf*cking control

I get so drunk I lean against walls

When there is no walls

My team is so rowdy they throwin' up the rebel flag

When there is no 'cause

The south is still dirty my chevy pipes are clapping

I need no applause

Roll up like a tornado windpark

50 seat with nothing but hogs

I grew up on zz top when mama was bar hopping for easy jobs

I'm set with a tv nod

I grew up in need of pot

When mama was star shopping for iggy pops I happily needed not

They grew up a few easy crops and mama

Was more popping when with easy guap

I sat with the pd cops

I knew it was either rock and if wanted more options

For me to clock I happened to see hip hop

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 f*ck what they want from me

I can only give 'em what I know

I guess you can just call me

Out of motherf*cking control

Give a f*ck 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 a juxtaposition of musical composition

I'm america's sweat stain what's left in the kitchen

Take the garbage out with the beggars

And jump in the f*cking 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 *ss memphis

Tennessee hillbillies

Tobacco spitting white kid listen with intent

Metallica triplesix

Outkast Johnny cash

Deadhead hippie sh*t

I'm grateful these hippie kids are able to witness it

Benefit from the pen ye I begin

Thank you eminem there it is

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 f*ck what they want from me

I can only give 'em what I know

I guess you can just call me

Out of motherf*cking control