Digital Booklet - Radioactive PDF Bo(1).pdf - Yelawolf - Radioactive {Deluxe Version}[2011]-LW-{HKRG} - nowy070

1. Radioactive Introduction

2. Get Away (feat. Shawty Fatt & Mystikal)

3. Let’s Roll (feat. Kid Rock)

4. Hard White (Up In The Club) (feat. Lil Jon)

5. Growin’ Up In The Gutter (feat. Rittz)

6. Throw It Up (feat. Gangsta Boo & Eminem)

7. Good Girl (feat. Poo Bear)

8. Made In The U.S.A. (feat. Priscilla Renea)

9. Animal (feat. FeFe Dobson)

10. The Hardest Love Song In The World

11. Write Your Name (feat. Mona Moua)

12. Everything I Love The Most

13. Radio

14. Slumerican Shitizen (feat. Killer Mike)

15. The Last Song

BONUS TRACKS

16. Whip It

17. I See You

18. In This World

Executive Producer: Eminem

Co-Executive Producer: Kawan "KP" Prather

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RADIOACTIVE INTRODUCTION

I am, I am The American Eagle, eyes of a sparrow,/Right hand

branch, Left hand arrow/Chasing a dollar, in an Impala/White Trash

heart-throb, Mellow Yellow/Drinkin' hard liquor, broads get on my

level/I'm hotter than the bottom side of of a whistlin' Kettle/They

threw a mountain at me, I got hit with a pebble/They sent me to

Hell and I shit on the devil/Tried to bury my Chevy box but I won’t

buckle/Hey that's a deep hole bitch, bring a long shovel/I'm long

gone, I'm grown-up and I'm gone cut you/Wit a chrome blade if you

wanna play then homes Fuck You!/Fuck you til you can't take a

shit,/Yea Im'a fuck everybody Tsunami, better anchor the ship/And

aim for the ankles & wrists, I came for the dangerous shit/I claim to

be named for the hits, the game is a chain that I grip

Slain from the pain of a trip it took to see Wayne in a whip/I became

what I came to get the change for the the change I give/a quarter

for your thoughts pre'ciate the contribution/Slumerican, I depreciate

the the Constitution/alleviate the crew when I leave a page a

ruins/to each his own I guess I own each and every room in/the

house I built is full of hopes no "ifs"/So I stand with a giant like a

king, no stilts/If I'm generation X I'm selling X no pills/Dope man

choppin' up lines ya don't sniff..You read'em/I'm bringin' back book-

lets and hook-less lyrics/so you can be certain just in case you did-

n't hear it/the "what he say's", "come agains", "What is that"/come

to Earth, Touchdown! I might be your running back/Because you

holler'd "run it back"/Stay cool enough to wear toboggan's as a

summer hat/steady on the drum I rap, hope there's no one under

that/rock that I roll mosh-pit thow'd,/girls on ya shoulders get top-

less at the shows/fuck your mop & glow, can't mop a dirt road/It

only makes mud, raised around deer I know how to chase

bucks/baby sitter 16 taught me how to make fuck..at 7/I been rais-

ing hell so I can make it to heaven/pick up a 2 liter but I only need

the plastic/know how to make bombs with aluminum & acid/but-

terfly effect of a hurricane's magic/tornado path in the rear view

mirror of my 87 classic/I'm talkin' bout Gadsden, Look Mama no

hands, I'm Radioactive!

mud for giggles (huh)/What a son of a bitch my mama raised into a

rapper/Who could tell a story like my uncle when he's drinking/Product of a

working environment/Fuck is y’all thinking?/Meaning, I’m working, working

harder than any artist could ever do, its simply cause I’m made that way/I'll

build a house around your ass before you could realize/You’re in a neigh-

borhood that Yelawolf made/So call me a redneck and tell your boys about

it/Tell'em I’m an Alabama wannabe, I’ll be that!/I’ll just take it to the studio

and drop a bomb on you/From a muthafuckin beanbag, I need that!

Hook

Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s/Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on

the roof or the broken Chevrolet/Talk til there's nothing left to say/Cause if

I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways/Then you gon'

have to get away from me/Drink some, smoke some/You gone have to get

away from me, load up the gun, load up the gun/Then you’ll have to get

away from me/Drink some, smoke some/Cause if I don’t get away, you

gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways/Then you gone have to get away

from me

Shawty Fatt

(Yeeeaaahh)

Man, I done been through it all/I done been up and know what it is to

fall/Punk police feeling all on my balls/Without a probable cause, cause a

n---a sittin' tall/"Dawg, you gotta do something Fatt./On the road with Wolf,

Why did you come back?"/Cause them up there, don’t wanna play fair/Got

me pinned to the wall, like a fucking thumb tack. "Dumb Fat!"/Dumb hell,

criticize a n---- for the crack I sell/Like you could give a shit if A n---- eat

well/or eat at all, wanna see me fall/Let'em see that? Naw Dawg, them

lies./long as I got Catfish on my side,/Bitch I’m headed up, up, up to the

sky/Roll up, lets get high, wave at em' bye I need that!

Hook

Mystikal

20 plus 20 still spittin' em out/Still piss on your porch and still shit in your

house/Then put my dick in your mouth, take it back out, put it back in/Fuck

on the floor, skeet on the couch/Which one of you ugly muthafuckers think

you thugg enough or rugg enough or gutter enough/gutter enough fast

enough to keep up wit me/The most retarded mutherfucker in the whole

wide world/Ain’t stupid or dumb enough to fuck with me/If you in say you

in, and if you is handle your mutherfuckin business/Knuckle up, buckle up,

hustle up, huddle up. What we gone do? WIN!/Not a nan’ nother n---- outta

there can compare/To what I do to these boys on these bars and these

scales/In these clubs in these bars/on these tables and chairs/I need that!

GET AWAY (FEAT. SHAWTY FATT & MYSTIKAL)

Yelawolf

(Yeah)

Hell of a day to load a 22 and take it to the woods/And let it ring

into the night and break a bottle with a bullet/Yes I’m ‘bout it

mutherfucker/Not a single solitary thing is missing from my south-

ern roots/I’m liable just to take a Chevrolet/And run it through the

LET’S ROLL (FEAT. KID ROCK)

Hook

Yeah, I’m throwed off,/it ain’t about the money/I’mma blow it all/I

made my own lane/Let’s roll! Let’s roll!/Yeah, I’m going off/Ain’t

got a whole lot/But I’mma show it off/Better recognize game/Let’s

roll! Let’s roll!

Verse 1

Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town/Big trucks in the

yard, big bucks on the wall/Country folks all around/How I was

raised, 808 drums quake and they shake that Box ‘88/And the dope

boys’ hotter than Hell’s gate, but I,/Still in the shade, with a fold out

chair and a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate/A-L-A –B-A-M-A,

I’m off, I might pee in a lake/I might go to Talladega and see me a

race/And bring me a case/Yeah, I’m bringing a case, I’m getting

throwed off

Hook

Verse 2

And I’m all the way throwed off/Z-71 take the bow off/Dipped in

mossy oak with a mullet Mohawk/With a bright orange hat and a

bat underneath that Chevy seat/Yea buddy might go off, split you

like a bowling ball/Spit to you in my overalls/Home of the

Gummo/Gotta couple a' folks that'll do it to you for the hundo/and

when them elephant feet rumble / That Dixie cups gonna fall out of

the console/You don't wanna have a convo/And not understand that

‘Bama slanguage like/“Holler” and “ain’t it”,/but I come to paint/So

you won’t get throwed off

Hook

Verse 3

I’m just a kid that rocks/I’m just a boy with a dream/That bet it all with

the last bill that I had hid in my socks/Used to keep a 22 in a shoe

box/Now I bang Beretta/She’s twenty-two but I keep her in a tube

top/White trash and all/Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it

off like/How the fuck did I get a catalog/With more hits than a fuckin’

jack hammer dog/Cause I planned it all/Crimson Tide standing tall/Shit

I’m another lit cannon ball/Fuck around and I’m a go off and I’m getting

throwed off

feeling./They done broke me down so many times before that I’m no

longer rapping I’m building/with one brick, two brick, three brick, four.

Underneath the steps of my singlewide door./Raised by the dope boys

so I know how them thangs look, thanks for the recipe rest in peace

Wayne Bush./I don’t cut my shit. I don’t break it down for you mother-

fuckers out there waiting around for some rap savior,/you better look

up at what it is that you’re facing now,/cuz Jesus drives rides a Harley,

the devil wears Prada,/if God was one of us, he’d probably drink Vodka./I

still kick at the party when I get rich, cuz rich or broke, I’m still as dope.

The realist ain’t as real as this./Dead or alive I put a stamp in this bitch,

you’ll never see rock n’ roll do hip hop like I did I’m

Hook

HARD WHITE (UP IN THE CLUB) (FEAT. LIL JON)

It’s your boy Lil Jon, got my partner Yelawolf with me, what’s up Yela,

you know it’s time to crank the club up again.

Hook

Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens that’s a win, win situ-

ation./Happy Birthday, I’m feeling brand new, drinks on me, for me, not

you./Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club, don’t give a fuck,

up in the club, still don’t give a fuck. Yeah, yeah we don’t give a fuck./It’s

Ghet-O-Vision, Shady, Happy Birthday, Alabama!/Still don’t give a fuck,

naw your boy Lil Jon, you know we rep the south!/Up in the club, don’t

give a fuck! Up in the club don’t give a fuck! I ain’t in the building I own

the building bitch!!!

Verse 1

Yea, yea you ain't gotta lay down your back to know you already fucked

up./Letting me in the motherfucking game is like letting me drunk drive

in your truck./When Yelawolf arrived in this club/I already had 5 in my

cup, I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that’s looking lifeless

and stuck,/baby what’s wrong with you now, what you ain’t happy with

red bottoms,/mad cause I’m in VIP with a fucking jack bottle, with Tom,

Dick, and Harry; but I got up in this bitch with Tank Top, cuz I spit so

very. Dumb Quick and Scary./That’s why they so quick to compare me.

But fuck the critics, with a spike dick, when it can fit barely./They prob-

ably think I’m a limp biscuit that spits jelly./But I put them in the woods,

I’m a redneck. I’m a hick tell me, go ahead./What the fuck does it matter

to me, cuz after me they'll only be wannabe’s, and mostly ain’t never

gonna be’s./Yea, in this forest I’m a lonely tree, my limbs are covered in

tattoos, and my roots they run deep I'm

GROWIN’ UP IN THE GUTTER (FEAT. RITTZ)

Yelawolf

Once upon a time in an apartment home/Lived a little girl with a heart

of stone/Cause part of her heart was partly gone/Rarely seen and hardly

known/Treated like a mat on a boxing ring/Blood drop stains on the twin

box springs/Daddy came to visit it’s not a dream/She thought to herself

what is happening?/Above her head is a cruciﬁx/But Lucifer loosens up

his wrist/Lays her down with an open ﬁst/And all that was left was

hopelessness/Little girl, where’s your loving mother?/Under the covers,

under the covers/Little girl what have you discovered/She stuttered…

Hook

Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens, that’s a win, win sit-

uation/Happy Birthday, I’m feeling brand new/Drinks on me, for me not

you./Up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club, don’t give a fuck,

up in the club, don’t give a fuck, up in the club still don’t give a fuck.

Hook

Growin’ up in the gutter/No more, fairy tales, and so/No place like hell,

no place like home/Growin’ up in the gutter/Black and white, in a

frame/There we are, safe and sound/Stray guns, no aim, yea!/Growin’

up in the gutter!

Verse 2

I don’t know what to say after that first verse, I mean like damn I just

killed it/What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow/I done already

milked it./Smoke another cigarette unfiltered,/let go of anything that I’m

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