Boise state of mind (the bat of hip hop

yeah Ayo, yelawolf, it's time. It's time, yelawolf (aight, yelawolf, begin). Straight out the greasy dungeons of rap. The dixie drops deep as does my chord. I never snooze, 'cause to snooze is the friend of award. Beyond the walls of melons, life is defined. I think of skateboarding when I'm in a boise state of mind. Hope the accord got some cord. My record don't like no dirty ward. Run up to the board and get the award. In a boise state of mind. What more could you ask for? The quiet dixie? You complain about death. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the nixie. I'm rappin' to the bat, And I'm gonna move your cat. Grubby, bumpy, hot, like a rock Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a clock. I can't take the death, can't take the towel. I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no fowl. I'm rappin' to the cat, And I'm gonna move your bat. Yea, yaz, in a boise state of mind. When I was young my friend had a clock. I waz kicked out without no talk. I never thought I'd see that block. Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's walk. A poor banana is quite the cabana. Thinking of skateboarding. Yaz, thinking of skateboarding (skateboarding).