[Intro: The Allman Brothers Band]
No, I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight

[Verse: Yelawolf]
I got 20 bottles of jack boy
No, I don't need a shot, but I'll take it and save the next for your lady
She's looking at me crazy
What up, baby? you want a selfie, huh?
Selfies ain't healthy, but fuck it
Neither is drinking whiskey after lunch
So strike a pose and put your arm around me
And take a bite of this private and highly potent
Sourdice or brownie
I got that straight out of Davison County
CookUpBoss is serving nothing but killer
He got the green pounding
Slumerican Lord
I carry the sword
I fucking bury your boy
Marry your bitch and divorce
Fuck your area code
You're clicking area board
Swing on mе, homie. I'll seek a goon on you like a toy
Now back the fuck up and lеt me part it
Before I fuck up your alacrima, you're fiction and you're ad-harding
It's hard to fuck with a wolf to get the whole pack
You got some curious thoughts, you better hold back
The cops are lurking as soon as we hit the bar jack
But they could suck a ball sack, cause I'm
[Chorus: The Allman Brothers Band]
I'm gonna let them catch me, love
I'm gonna let them catch me right now, baby

[Verse: Yelawolf]
Shit talking in collard greens
Mr. Ricky is on a scene
Stick with your body
Look at the grip that I'm pocketing
Rocketing out of Talladega, Alabama
Doing 120 down 20 East
I'm headed out to Savannah
Holler at my slum bubble sparks
Load up a pistol and shoot bottles with hollows in the public park
In it and even dark
I'm an outlaw, a south dog, a proud Paul
Living through CDRs
YouTube views and church pews
My church is the stage, my work is my trade
Ripped in a cute few
I'm focused
It ain't no hocus pocus
You fucking jokers are big dick and it's sick
You couldn't choke a locust
You need a vocal coach and mo consultant
Can't even float the okie-okie, but you wanna take your boat to oceans?
Drowned in my sound
Swim bitch, swim harder
You caught up in the wake of a pimp's charter
And I'm up here chilling with some man's daughter
And she couldn't be happier with the coke that I just brought her
Cause she's a snorter and I'm a bona fide hoarder
So many verses, my curse is rich in what order?