Contest: Win Tickets To See Yelawolf Live in NYC Tomorrow

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Think you’re the biggest Yelawolf fan ever? Want to go see him in concert tomorrow at Irving Plaza, but don’t have a ticket? Here’s your chance for redemption. Post your favorite Yelawolf lyrics in the comments section of this post, and we’ll pick two lucky wordsmiths and award each with a pair of tickets to go see the concert tomorrow. Be sure to include your real email address in the comment, so we can let you know you’ve won.

POSTED October 24, 2011 3:17PM IN MUSIC NEWS Comments (19) TAGS: ,

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  1. Darius Davie says:

    I WISH Lyrics

    I wish a motherfucker the best of a lucka
    Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and fucking pucker
    I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern
    Louisville slugger Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble
    Hug your mother, don’t lie to your brother
    You know Yela’s trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles

  2. Clint Headley says:

    Yela’s verse in the “I wish” remix is SO GANGSTA:

    I wish a motherfucker the best of a lucka
    Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and fucking pucker
    I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern
    Louisville slugger Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble
    Hug your mother, don’t lie to your brother
    You know Yela’s trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles
    Alabama’s elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat
    Underneath the concrete like a street plumber
    Give me the bucks from in the trees hundreds of leaves
    Cover with Mossy Oak sleeves, I got em’, believe it momma
    Corny motherfuckers we shuck em
    And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he’s bluffing nah
    Woke up in the morning with a fucking pen and a pistol
    I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears
    Stuck up a shop with the pen then I shot up my notebook
    I’m reading bullet holes, I wish a fucka would

  3. Kennard Medina says:

    Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
    Momma’s in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
    I’m catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
    What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what’s wrong with ya’ll?

    Daddy’s Lambo xo!

  4. Kennard Medina says:

    Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
    Momma’s in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
    I’m catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
    What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what’s wrong with ya’ll?

    Daddy’s Lambo……. killer joint.

  5. Kennard Medina says:

    Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
    Momma’s in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
    I’m catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
    What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what’s wrong with ya’ll?
    Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
    Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his ammo
    They don’t know that old man don’t hold hands or throw hands naw he’s rough like a brilo
    Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow

    Daddy Lambo. Verse 1. Killer

  6. Kennard Medina says:

    They prob’ly think I’ma Limp Bizkit, their spit’s jelly
    But I put ‘em in the woods, I’m a redneck, I’m a hick, tell me
    Go ahead: What the fuck does it matter to me?
    ‘Cause after me, there’ll only be wannabes, and mostly ain’t-never-gonna-bes
    Yeah, in this forest, I’m a lonely tree
    My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep

    HARD…WHITE

  7. Arianna Gross says:

    YELAWOLF F.U. Lyrics

    I’m from Alabama buddy and what what does that mean you don’t like my state
    You put a stereotype on my people homie but you know exactly what I’m gonna say
    You see me shining without a diamond at all but you’d rather see me stuck in the shade
    Oh you mad I’m getting butter motherfucker you don’t wanna see yeller get paid
    That’s a reasonable excuse to hate so thank you I must bless you
    It’s unbelievable you could rescue the nephew and girl let loose
    Who am I well you know who I am when cat fish billies middle finger flings
    And all the love I’m getting from the critics is making me wanna turn around and sing…

  8. jon lim says:

    Keys, goin’ to grab ‘em, Shits Creek, don’t leave the paddle
    Get a poncho for the rain of battles, go Tonto, go get the saddle
    ‘Cause I been on my travels since Adam bit the apple
    Feelin’ like I got the biggest dick in the world and I can’t even fit a Magnum
    (Lemon!) My mama smokin’ weed like a chim-I-ney, call her Ma Marley
    Like (Yeah mon!), yeah we got trees and a couple kegs if you wanna party
    Right (Here mon!), pop a trunk, Papa Doc, we know you don’t give a fuck
    You don’t (Fear none), hardest man alive

    lemonade freestyle

  9. Chris S says:

    And I really miss the rain
    I gave you all of my soul
    And I got left was a key chain
    Rollin down 20 mayne
    With this jack in my cup
    Feeling down on my luck

    ‘Love Is Not Enough’

  10. mickey says:

    moonshine in the bottle got the room swirlin like peppermints

  11. Kevin says:

    Cocanie on the table wish the rappa got em choppin logs
    Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin pot
    Jackie Chan is rollin rollin, Yelawolf is powin powin
    Slow motion got hos in motion, I think it’s the perfect time
    To put em in the mood, to put em in the car
    Take em to the house and (what)
    Take em to the moon, take em to the mouth
    How we do it down south and (what)
    I’m always going going,
    Ghettovison is sewing, plowing, growing, growing
    Crop dusting from a Boeing
    Catfish Billy, on ya grill(ey)
    Cook it up, make a meal(ey)
    Gettin stupid, gettin silly
    Drinkin beer(ey), also chile
    Fucked up but I’ll tell you that I can’t complain
    Yelawolf and Gucci Mane keepin yo bitch entertained

    I JUST WANNA PARTY I JUST WANNA PARTY I JUST WANNA PARTY

  12. Jules says:

    “Plenty of white boys to pick from this year
    But before you pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater
    Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic
    But what it’s like to pick a fight with me is like putting Nikes on a cheetah
    Better speed up, or at least in my case Adidas
    I’m out this bitch, drinking Sprite by the two-liter”

    took some amazing photos last show at the highline! would love the opportunity to do it again! send them to you guys of course. _JUles

  13. I WISH A MUTHAFUCKA WOULD TELL ME I AIN’T HIP HOP, BITCH U AIN’T HIP HOP :o)

  14. Matt Patrick says:

    “Confederate flags, I see ‘em
    In a truck with the windows down
    Why is he playing Beanie Siegel?
    Cause his daddy was a dope man
    Lynard Skynard didn’t talk about
    Moving keys of coke man
    Ain’t no such thing as a free bird
    Billy’s got that street work
    And he’s packing a nasty heater”

  15. Katie says:

    “White boys eat pussy like a sandwich.” – “Lick the Cat”

  16. Chris A says:

    Yeah, I got a pocket fulla stones, ’cause I fell of my dirt bike in cargo pants

    -Good to Go

  17. Kyle K says:

    “This ain’t a figment of my imagination, buddy, this where I live…BAMA” – Pop the Trunk

  18. Well, boy, you wanna do this shit, well, let’s get to it
    You already know I’ma run right through it
    I’m just like fluid, artifact like water
    Come on, be real, I go a lil’ harder

  19. Fredrick Boyd says:

    Yelawolf- Pop The Trunk

    Think he’s playin? You better listen what he’s sayin punk. Don’t make me go pop the trunk… on you. He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag, layin in the back of the donk boy. Don’t make me go pop the trunk… on you!

    <3 Yelawolf more then life!!