Em
Engine, engine number 9
D
On that Mason-Dixon line
G
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Am
Gripping nickel plated nines
Em
So you get yours and I'll get mine
D
You get yours and I'll get mine
G
You get yours and I'll get mine
N.C.
You get yours and I'll get mine
verse 1: Yelawolf
N.C.
I'm a motherfucking boondock killer, Mossberg filler
King of the drop, they'll never be much iller
Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger,
roll over your Mercedes
N.C.
And I rock, man, I'm a firestarter
Two handles of brown and a half a gallon of firewater
Tell the police they can keep knocking,
N.C.
we're doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch,
keep watching
N.C.
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake
and the beat so hard, make the tempo break
N.C.
And the next door neighbor wanna relocate uh
You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes,
and I'm moving 20 P's at a time
N.C.
Black sheep, son of a landmine
The caboose is loose, the train track's unattached and I
Em
Engine, engine number 9
D
On that Mason-Dixon line
G
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Am
Gripping nickel plated nines
Em
So you get yours and I'll get mine
D
You get yours and I'll get mine
G
You get yours and I'll get mine
N.C.
You get yours and I'll get mine
Scratches: DJ Klever
Dm
Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ
Am
(*scratches* "Go DJ!")
verse 2: Yelawolf
Em G Am
So motherfucking outta tune hit
Em G Am
Don't tell me to turn up trap or tune in!
Em G
And because no new bitch to do
Am D
It's the same bitch and you just bought her new tits
Em
And I don't give two fucks about you're two sips
D
Wouldn't give you two dogs to give two shits
G
Black sheep son of a land mine
Am
The caboose is loose, the train track's unattached and I
Em
Engine, engine number 9
D
On that Mason-Dixon line
G
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Am
Gripping nickel plated nines
Em
So you get yours and I'll get mine
D
You get yours and I'll get mine
G
You get yours and I'll get mine
Am Em
You get yours and I'll get mine
verse 3: Yelawolf
Em Am
Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway
Em Am
Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way
Em Am
Bones, Klever, shotgun stage killer
Em Am
Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla
Em Am
Open the doors to the venue and let the slums in
Em Am
Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip
Em Am
The south is in it, deep in it with bump
Em Am
Be funky, the tree trunk gon' speed bump
Em Am
Another round and the cops might have to hold me down
Em Am
If you don’t know me you’ll know me after I hit the ground
Em Am
Rittz filling my cup up until I get the ground
Em
Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill 'em and Billy now
Em D
Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted
My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"
G
Black sheeps son of a landmine
Am
The caboose is loose, the train track's unattached and I
Em
Engine, engine number 9
D
On that Mason-Dixon line
G
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Am
Gripping nickel plated nines
Em
So you get yours and I'll get mine
D
You get yours and I'll get mine
G
You get yours and I'll get mine
Am Em
You get yours and I'll get mine