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Trial By Fire (千锤百炼) (Clean) - Yelawolf
Written by：Michael Atha/William Harness
Yew what the f**k is up
Made it

You see that f**kin' dude try to cut me off

Go up in here and get a beer

Another shot
Blues party

Uh yeah woo woo what up Gill
What up mane

Hey y'all

I see my boy Yelawolf comin' up in the house mane

What look like got his boys with him too mane
Hey can you grab me a beer

Is that brother Bones out there

Ah it look like DJ Klever too mane

Man come up here and give these folks somethin'

I need to go get me a drink mane

Let him come on ladies and gentlemen

Yela Bones DJ Klever
Yo let's freestyle some sh*t

That's right

Check check check

Let's go Klever

This is Bones Owens to my right right here

To my left DJ Klever

My name is Yelawolf

This is Trial By Fire

Uh

Back in 1979 it was a cold day in December

Mamma peeled the paint off the wall screamin'

Babie's on the way

They rushed her to the hospital in that old Chevy truck

Running 90 miles an hour down them back roads

Blowing past the sheriff hid in the woods
Smoke bellowing off the engine
Running hot must have been a sign

They rushed her to the emergency room

And barely made it to the bed
A few minutes later I was screaming for my first breath

A little devil the doctor said

He's got that look in his eye ya know

Reminds me of mischief

Yeah this ones gonna be trouble I can tell it
And then the lights went

Then mamma said doctor something's burning I can smell it

And it was trial by fire

I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down
You better watch your step

When I come around

D*mn right uh

You could hear lightning for miles around

And oak trees hitting the ground

The wind tore holes on that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps

Change is coming my great grand mamma said
Quietly clutching her Bible sitting in a rocking chair
Smoking a cigarette

And the wood creaked beneath the porch and the old dog moaned and cried
As the sirens passing by

And Mr. Williams brought a mean batch of that moonshine to the wake

You know one comes and one goes as they say

And they laid a flower on the grave
Buried on December 29th for robbing a bank
And killed by the police see you in the next life old friend

Little did he know his old friend was back again

As the son of Sheila Diane

And it was trial by fire

I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down
You better watch your step

When I come around

You know how the story goes c'mon

See me I'm a curious soul
A stray bullet to some a chatter and whisper at night
And the head of a following storm a rebel at heart a devilish grin
A leader of men a preacher at ten
I was already in to spiritual sin
Back in the saddle again
12s in the back of the trunk making it rattle again
Giving them nothing but punk
Living the baby the baby's got powers the baby is haunted
F**k a church I'm a confession
Professional public annointed
Came from the wrong side of the tracks
Bring the wrong crowds out the back
Keeping these gutter dogs raised
With these alley way cats
Seen what these others can't see
My poetry is a reflection of up from the bottom
And climbing that f**king tree but I brought a chainsaw
I come to build a house up out of it chopping
Limbs off this culture and putting soldiers up inside of it
Nails brick mortar board up the windows
For the tornado I'm a fatal blow to these honorable foes
Bag up the hot potato
And it was trial by fire

I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down
You better watch your step

When I come around