1. Radioactive Introduction 2. Get Away (feat. Shawty Fatt & Mystikal) 3. Lets 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 wont 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 booklets and hook-less lyrics/so you can be certain just in case you didn'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 topless 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 raising 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/butterfly 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 yall thinking?/Meaning, Im working, working harder than any artist could ever do, its simply cause Im made that way/I'll build a house around your ass before you could realize/Youre in a neighborhood that Yelawolf made/So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it/Tell'em Im an Alabama wannabe, Ill be that!/Ill 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 Js/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 dont 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 youll have to get away from me/Drink some, smoke some/Cause if I dont 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, dont 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 Im 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/Aint 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 Im bout it mutherfucker/Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots/Im liable just to take a Chevrolet/And run it through the

LETS ROLL (FEAT. KID ROCK)

Hook Yeah, Im throwed off,/it aint about the money/Imma blow it all/I made my own lane/Lets roll! Lets roll!/Yeah, Im going off/Aint got a whole lot/But Imma show it off/Better recognize game/Lets roll! Lets 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 Hells 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, Im off, I might pee in a lake/I might go to Talladega and see me a race/And bring me a case/Yeah, Im bringing a case, Im getting throwed off Hook Verse 2 And Im 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 aint it,/but I come to paint/So you wont get throwed off Hook

Verse 3 Im just a kid that rocks/Im 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/Shes 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 Im another lit cannon ball/Fuck around and Im a go off and Im getting throwed off Hook

feeling./They done broke me down so many times before that Im no longer rapping Im 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 dont cut my shit. I dont break it down for you motherfuckers out there waiting around for some rap savior,/you better look up at what it is that youre facing now,/cuz Jesus drives rides a Harley, the devil wears Prada,/if God was one of us, hed probably drink Vodka./I still kick at the party when I get rich, cuz rich or broke, Im still as dope. The realist aint as real as this./Dead or alive I put a stamp in this bitch, youll never see rock n roll do hip hop like I did Im Hook Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens thats a win, win situation./Happy Birthday, Im feeling brand new, drinks on me, for me, not you./Up in the club, dont give a fuck, up in the club, dont give a fuck, up in the club, still dont give a fuck. Yeah, yeah we dont give a fuck./Its Ghet-O-Vision, Shady, Happy Birthday, Alabama!/Still dont give a fuck, naw your boy Lil Jon, you know we rep the south!/Up in the club, dont give a fuck! Up in the club dont give a fuck! I aint in the building I own the building bitch!!!

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

Its your boy Lil Jon, got my partner Yelawolf with me, whats up Yela, you know its time to crank the club up again. 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 thats looking lifeless and stuck,/baby whats wrong with you now, what you aint happy with red bottoms,/mad cause Im 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./Thats why they so quick to compare me. But fuck the critics, with a spike dick, when it can fit barely./They probably think Im a limp biscuit that spits jelly./But I put them in the woods, Im a redneck. Im a hick tell me, go ahead./What the fuck does it matter to me, cuz after me they'll only be wannabes, and mostly aint never gonna bes./Yea, in this forest Im a lonely tree, my limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots they run deep I'm Hook Two bottle shawty, two bitches waiting, two tens, thats a win, win situation/Happy Birthday, Im feeling brand new/Drinks on me, for me not you./Up in the club, dont give a fuck, up in the club, dont give a fuck, up in the club, dont give a fuck, up in the club still dont give a fuck. Verse 2 I dont 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 Im

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 its not a dream/She thought to herself what is happening?/Above her head is a crucix/But Lucifer loosens up his wrist/Lays her down with an open st/And all that was left was hopelessness/Little girl, wheres your loving mother?/Under the covers, under the covers/Little girl what have you discovered/She stuttered 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!

(Yelawolf) And you aint gotta be from the projects/To deal with this nonsense Rittz Cuz even in suburbia somebody will murder ya/Over nothin leave your body slumpin/In the parking lot of your complex/Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest/My town is full of drug dealers/Most of them get shot in the process/Hustlin and stackin up prots/They robbin mutherfuckas like they havin a contest/Shit, he took a bitch to his apartment to brag/A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged/Cause he showed her all the pills he had for sale for the low/She told her cousin then her cousin grabbed a glock and a mask/Kicked in his door laid him down/Then he shot him and dashed/Ran off with all that he had/He used to be ballin now he got a colostomy bag/What you know about that/Middle class white bitch slangin her body for crack/Mexican drug cartels, you hear the buck shot shells/and then the blood clot fails/There ain't no healin the wounds/Biggest meth bust on the east coast right here in Duluth/My lyrics are proof/of growin up in the gutta Yelawolf You think you can dene how hard you got it?!/By what neighborhood you live in muthafucker/Wake up in the gutter! Yelawolf Slumerican indeed, I am/Drug through the mud like a weed, what I am/Was child who was beat, I am/Leather belts that made me, I am/Home alone again at 8, I am/Somebodys life to rate, I am/Given to the beast by fate, I am/The one who did escape, I am/A voice for the cold in the dark, I am/The one who sold his heart, I am/From a family torn apart, I am/A target for your dart, I am/Sick again from the whips, I am/Head to the gun and click, I am/A soul that dont run from shit,

Yelawolf I already got/2 cars in a yard that don't run/So why would I wanna break shit down for you/Better be confused with the punch lines and bars that I lunch/Here the king if archery come/Wit a cracker dick to fuck you and that pussy carpet you munch/If I'm not hardly the one/You must be barely the one/Billy if really you're kiddin'/Bitch I'm the prodigal son/And I'm stuntin' like my daddy/Dr-dr-drinkin' like my mama/Cu-cu-country like my uncle/Stuttering like a cd in a dunk/P-p-p-punk/And I'm in a blue Chevy runnin over motherfuckers in first/I ain't even shift gears yet, I ain't even here yet I'm outta this earth, right (yeah Ho)/But I just hit the surface and I'm bout to walk into a bank, wit a shank and a black can of paint/and check the clerk WHERE THE KEYS?/Bitch you better check your purse, I got a brick of herb, And I hit the syrup/And I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb/So get the fuck outta my way buddy/You don't wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog/Yelawolf and Eminem shit/Sufferin succotash, yeah, suck a dick bitch Hook Gangsta Boo Bitch please, you dont want to step up to this Mrs. G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a n---- hit his knees When/Im up in the building/Preaching to my children/I dont be taking no shit from you haters/You'll make me hurt one of your feelings (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)/Naa, naa, ne, naa, naa/Pick yo face up off the flo'/I got you feeling sad naa/You be on that hokeewag/Hokeewag is bullshit/Run into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit, Bitch!/I was born on the Mississippi River/Take no shit from a bitch or a n----/So, so crazy got a fucked up temper/Bipolar, Not Nikki, Im worsa, Ill hurt cha/I gotta crazy ass mind game/My n----, Im a lion untamed/Hunt your ass down in my jungle/I do this, I tell them hoesYou aint ready for it Bitch! Hook Eminem Me and Yelawolf tear the roof/of this motherfucker you aint got the oomph youre a hoof to the foot of an elephant/hello toots you look so eloquent thats what I tell a cunt/come sit up front cause your kickin my seat and Im tryin to tell the cashier what I want/they say I act like an asshole when I pull up at the Whitecastle and I ask for an appli/cation throw it back in their face and tell the bitch Im a rapper then I wrap her/in the head with a Whopper that I bought from BK you expect me to be proper/bitch you better pop in a CD of me immedi

I am/Exposed to the g.o.a.t.s. of sin, I am/Met a ghost and he said, I am/In the basement in red, I am/Dead cause the Ouija board said, I-A-M

THROW IT UP (FEAT. GANGSTA BOO & EMINEM)

Hook I see you bitches talkin loud, but you aint sayin shit/Get the fuck from round here, you dont rep my shit/You aint from my city, you dont know about this/You dont want that drama, you aint ready for it bitch!/Now throw it up (yeah ho)/Throw it up/Throw it up (yeah ho, you aint ready for it bitch) (repeat)

ately slut/hoe skeedideedada/ Prada not a chance I was thinking about buying you some clothes but Target was closed/so I decided to mosey on over to K-mart but the doors/was locked what about some shoes I thought great I suppose/so I go to Payless but what do you know they didnt carry a size 8 in hoes/oh this is ugly boy swag putting toe tags/on you motherfucking hoe bags/what a trailer trash pioneer I am yeah thats why Im here/I dont got a rhyme book its more like a motherfuckin diary that diarrhea/me Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thang or two/about sign language middle fingers aimed at you so we dont gotta scream at you/ow I just bit my bottom lip it was an accident I went to go tell em all to go get fucked/but Im never gonna bite my tongue little bitch throw it up

and all of your friends hate me/Then you show up to my room and damn near rape me/And then goes from fuck you, to fuck me baby/You leave early so nobody sees you at the spot/Now youre stuck between a hard place and a rock/You call me a player, but I have lied to you not/Cause Im not a player, I just crush a lot. Holler! Hook Verse 3 Im in jail again, on my Johnny Cash/Some dude was talking shit, I had to whip his ass/Called you in the morning, and you just fuckin laugh/You think its cute, you love my crazy ass/And I wonder if youll ever leave my side/Cause the more that I ignore you, the more you wanna ride/I tell you that Im bad but you never ask why/Cause you just want the good from a really bad guy/You want to rock, lets rock and roll, just know/Im only good at one thing and its not control/But I am consistent, thats something to be prouda/Cause I aint shit with you and I aint shit without ya Hook To all the bad girls trying to go good/Theres no such thing as good girl gone bad girl/Just a bunch of bad girls trying to go good/Alabama, mane!/Hello, my name is Yelawolf, Im a sex addict/Its a disease, theres medication for it and everything/To all the bad girls trying to go good/Theres no such thing as good girl gone bad girl/Just a bunch of bad girls trying to go good/Alabama, mane!/Hello, my name is Yelawolf, I am a sex addict/Here take these, theres medication for it and everything

GOOD GIRL (FEAT. POO BEAR)

This aint for the good girls gone bad, this ones for the bad girls trying to go good Hook How could someone like me so bad like get such a good girl/Such a good girl, youre a good girl/And I know that I dont treat you like I should girl/Like I could girl, like my good girl Verse 1 Here I go again, on my shit again/Walking through the mall, acting like a prick again/You had a halter-top; I had my Famous socks/You came to shop; I came to ho hop/You had your girl witcha/Both looking great, I wanted both of yall/How about a double take/She was hating looking at me like a scumbag/But something made you want to turn around and come back/Probly cause I just dont give a fuck/I just want to see one of these hookas in my truck/So tell your girlfriend tough luck,/She just wanna see you with somebody dressed up/Well, I really aint into that type of shit/Im into tattoos and drinking til six/Fucking til nine, sleeping til twelve/And going back to my homies with a story to tell Hook Verse 2 This shit shoulda been nished/Im as surprised as you are, that you still let me in it/But you continue to text message me/Right after saying that we should both move separately/But you dont want to see me go/Even though Ive only given you dick and cold cereal/So you must have a thing for lucky charms/Or the bad girl in you just fell into my lucky arms/You love to cuss me out and call me crazy/Say Im no good

MADE IN THE U.S.A. (FEAT. PRISCILLA RENEA)

Yeah, land of the free, home of the hard, home of the tough, survivors Verse 1 We some gun toting, church going, 18-wheel rolling/Bag slanging, flag waving, at the dinner table praying/Old school yard fighting, beer drinking, hell raising/Hard working, blue collar, earn it all due paying/Illegal weed smoking, dope cooking, dirt dealers/On the corner bible preachers/Hollywood dream seekers/Muddy water swimming in/Rockin Roll all the time/Straight from the assembly line/And thats how its made!

Hook Thats how its made in the U.S.A., the U.S.A./A manufactured dream, a fraction of a thing/We got it made, in the U.S.A. the U.S.A. Isnt it great? How we got it made Verse 2 We some 9 to 5 back breaking/Food Stamp line waiting/Convict time giving/Underage time taking/Neighborhood gang banging/Subway graffiti painting/Big cars, street stars/SCYoung dirty money making/Old money home taking/Clothes in the yard throwing/Late on the rent paying/Foul mouth word saying/One-way street paving/Road to success, but you gotta do some concrete laying/Thats how its made! Hook Priscilla Renea Shes been eating lies we fed her/Shoulda been full/But nothings helping/Knew she wanted something better/Still she took the second helping/Now shes well known, broke and cold/Fendi jackets, full of holes/No one knows Verse 3 Single mother child raising/From the stripper poll swinging/ Daughter in the red light/Coals for the cold season/She dont speak, no reason/Why? Cause no one will ever know Thats what? Thats how its made! Hook Thats how its made, in the U.S.A. the U.S.A./Its every mothers dream/To see her daughter on her knees/Well we got it made, in the

Verse 1 Here we go (Alabamas own buddy) Promenade/(And Im in a zone now) Everybody (Bringing them home baby) To the stage/Slick Ricky Bobby in a NASCAR/Running over mutherfuckers like Im in a bar/Sentimental mutherfuckers in a cookie jar/Be the late night snack Im Santa Claus/Down in Panama Beach, drunk, in my under-alls/Playin underwear volleyball with your broad/I aint bothered by you're triple Ds, not at all/Let me holdem up for ya baby while you walk/Wanna get the party bumpin, let me do my thing/If the marijuana plant need watering/Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling, know what I mean/Butter bean Badda Badda Bing/Trashy white pass the mic, yeah Im doinm dirty/Fists start pumpin when Im in the lights, like Im rapping in Jersey/Never get elegant in elementary never learned to write in cursive/Raised by the country B-Boys, Im elegantly perfect/Rack it in, packem in to the back again, rap it up,/wrap it in sicker than a pack of 10 Mini-thins/Youll get when I win, but I wont loose in fact Im gonna win/Win again, with another hand, heres another hand, heres another hand/Dealer can I get another hand, heres a hand King, King, King, King/Bitch Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South and you know were gettin clean/Rich Yeah!

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Verse 2 Candy-coated whip runnin over candy coated rappers (vrooom)/Panties on her drip do a back flip for me, baby be an acrobatic actor, Action!/Do a cart wheel on a bar will you do a cart wheel while I chill on a bar stool/Will I throw a dart at a wet seal, well if I see a whale Ima throw a fuckin harpoon/Go looney toons and lose your fruit of the looms to prove youre in the room youre shroomin to the moon/But in the morning youre wakin up like a broom, swept off your feet cause Yelawolf aint a groom/I aint poppin the cherry, Im poppin berry moonshine, hop in the bedroom, lets move/If you wanna compare me, compare me to a legend, dont compare me to a young fool/Go get a gun, go get a gun, Ill get a cinnabon and sit upon ya fuckin roof/I live it son, I get it done, Fuck anyone yea fuck anyone who aint fuckin with the crew/Yea throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody skate/Cause Im a lord, Im a doggy town (Wolf!) A-L-A-B-A-M-A My state/My state of mind 1985 wide body, lookin for the little small town keg party/Wanna get drunk wanna fall up in a hottie, get shitty like a port-o-potty/So jump on the paddy wagon like a Pakistanian packin a Mac 11 Wit a pack of maniacs/11:30 back at it again/Im ready for the battle when and where muthafucka, they let

U.S.A., the U.S.A./Isnt it great? How we got it made/Thats how its made in the U.S.A.

ANIMAL (FEAT. FEFE DOBSON)

Hook They shoulda never ever let you out/Cold animal with a mouth from the South/Whatcha gonna say? Whatcha gonna do?/Cause you know they coming, coming after you/Watch out for the D-Boys/Watch out for the boys in blue/You better keeping it moving/You know theyre taking shots at you/Cause youre an animal

another cracker in/Yea! Hook

WRITE YOUR NAME (FEAT. MONA MOUA)

Hook Ill write your name across the sky/And take away the stars cause you light up the night/Feel as high as the moon when youre here with me/Thats why Im gonna write your name for the world to see Verse 1 Another old man on the porch with a bottle/Wind blows and the old rocking chair wobbles/Hes just a waving, everybodys welcomed/All he can say about the youth is Lord help em/Gotta couple grandbabies but they never call though/Let him in the South and they moved to Chicago/Wifes in Heaven and he says every since/Vietnam lifes been hard as a veteran/Simple life just a 6-pack, ice cold/Crossed the Georgia line for a ticket for the Lotto/Probably never see his name in the headlines/But if I had a plane Id put it in the sky Alabama! Hook Verse 2 Shes in love yeah, friends call her crazy/Met him at a party they started dating/Daddys little angel, mamas little lady/Only sixteen now Brendas gotta a baby/She cant afford to, drop out of high school/Jimmys not a man and he cant provide you/He doesnt want to, but you kept it anyhow/Nine months down the road, whatcha gonna do now?/Go to the food stamp office and apply/If you find a job itll help you get by/And you made it when you didnt know how/Now thats a real star, put her name in clouds/Alabama! Hook Verse 3 You may never be on television/Or be the one your boss at work loves/Giving you employee of the month/You may never be the first string on a champion team/You may be the star the world just hasnt seen/But that dont make you any less of a star to God/Being rich is only realizing its all a facade/Youre richer than you think in that old small town/Cause people like you make the world go round/Alabama! Hook (repeat)

THE HARDEST LOVE SONG IN THE WORLD

I usually dont do this but fuck it Verse 1 You like the hardest thing I ever seen/And Im from the gutter, so believe me, Ive seen some hard things/You come from where the black flower grows/I wanted to cut you down and take you home/Call me Axle Rose/I can see you in a 1976 Camaro/Me and you sipping whiskey, getting drunker than Jack Sparrow/Is Black Sabbath how you get mellow?/Huh, then put your feet on my Harley Davidson petals/And rock and roll girl Hook Like a diamond cuts through a pearl/This the hardest love song in the world/You can get it in with your girl/To the hardest love song in the world, ah yeah,/Hardest love song in the world, world!! Verse 2 You dont gotta drive a Fleetwood Cadillac/You just gotta know some of the words to Fleetwood Mac/Horror movies turn you on, pull the sheets back/Fuck it Ill roll play, do it to you in a Jason mask/Your switch walk is like a switchblade/You walk into a room/And its like these other bitches get hit with a grenade/With that said, let me pull them spandex pants off you with my teeth/Like Ozzy did a bat head/Im rockin roll baby, lets go! Hook Verse 3 You aint concerned with new clothes or salaries/Youd rather run across the country like Mickey and Mallory/Be the natural born killer that you are/Well hang out the window with a pistol and Ill drive the car/Well rob the Dollar General for nothing but snack food/Shoot anything that moves, dogs and cats too/Re-enact the hardest movie scene/Bloody shirts and holey jeans/We the hardest you and me rock and roll, baby! Hook

EVERYTHING I LOVE THE MOST

Hook Why is everything I love the most/So wrong from me?/And everything Im holding close, is so far away from me/They dont want me to lie, but they dont wanna hear the truth/It never made sense to me/Why everything I love the most is so wrong for me Verse 1 Problematic, Im so problematic that Im probably a problem addict/Poppin aspirin cause my head is hurting/Hotel bedroom missing curtains/Sheets everywhere like a storm has passed/In fact it looks like I got into a wrestling match/Empty bottle of Jack, I can tell I did that/I can smell it in fact, its like death and ass/Think for a minute, then roll over and look/To my left, is an open book, the Bible/To my right is a guilty conscious her name is Brook, my rival/At least I think her name is Brook?/Shes asleep and Im givin her the lamest look/Move her hair back so I can see her face/Cause it was dark when I met her at the game/It took about five minutes to get her inside the whip/Another five minutes to get up inside the lips/Never tried, really man I really tried to slip out/But it was just thighs and hips/Okay, I was high and shit/On alcohol and a Yelawolf ego-trip/Leave her lying in bed, cause I dont need no kiss/And its the walk of shame again Hook Verse 2 Smokin out throwin up/Keep a fifth off in my cup/Trying not to be a simp/But every time I take a sip/I think Im gonna fall in lust/Im back and forth like Im packing a truck/In a house that never runs out of boxes/Knowing that if I put on my tennis shoes/And a fresh fit, Ill end up sockless/By the end of the night, flip flopping/Ill B-Boy if you let me Hip Hop in/Alligator skin cowgirl boots only means lets get crockin That mini skirt makes any man a flirt/Manicures animal furs and a purse/What could a little bit a smoke and Henny hurt?/You make any jerk make a penny work/Sinister with sin in her/She can leave a devil sitting in the church/On another level not in the earth/Jessica Alba had twins at birth/Trippin sure, piles of E, mnage' trois, Piles of three/Waking up again not proud of me/Yeah, Im a lousy fiend Hook

RADIO
Hook I cant seem to get you off my mind/Turn on the station and Im still facing you and/Everybody seems to lost their mind/It's hard to handle so I change the channel on the/Radio Cause Internet killed the radio star/Radio and youtube killed the video star/Hit the radio then we make a (make a) video now I'm a star/HIt the radio Then you make a (make a) video now I'm a star Verse 1 Picture me rollin Pac, It's funny how time has changed/Everybody's a critic now, it's all a debate on the internet wave/It used to be you & Biggie, Chili Peppers "Give It Away"/Now we got 10 year olds sittin back in the chair like "those were the days"/And though it seems so amazing to me that the labels lost the touch/And I'm in the AM flipping through the AM like I lost my crutch,/Limpin' cause I can't even walk straight if I can't turn it up/Sippin' I need some gin & juice Snoop Dogg I bought my cup/Whas Up, Uh Huh, OK, Shut Up Cause I think we had enough of/Radios in lust with the lust with the love bugs/Well let me give you a big hug, a bag of mushrooms, here take some drugs/And play some Group Home or something/Shit that Goodie MoB Soulfood is bumpin....Rewind Hook Verse 2

Hook Verse 3 Pick up the change, pick up the change! Ridin a Chevy cause I' sick of the Range/Catfish Billy come pick up the name, come on inside if you're sick of the rain/Turn the radio off and don't complain, it's all a replay, its all the same/got one track on a runaway train on a one way street better pick your lane/Yeah but you can let me pick your brain and we could be that rolling stone/mix'em up with Janice Joplin, and let'em harmonize like bone/or we can just leave it alone and let it take a life on its own/or we could be that world class wreckin crew & tell'em turn the lights back on...come on

SLUMERICAN SHITIZEN (FEAT. KILLER MIKE)

Hook Slumerican/Shitizen/Slumerican/Shitizen/Slumerican Shitizen/Slumerican/Shitizen Verse 1 Im on the sidewalk with this fuckin skateboard/and these dirty ass jeans/Im the boy that stole a pack of Twinkies/and a bottle thats green/I never gave a fuck about environmental shit/throw my empty bottle in the gutter/Rednecks four wheelin screaming skate or die dude/Fuck you motherfucker (fuck you motherfucker)/Im a car wreck in a swamp I drown victims slow/with these words that I lay/Pigs on the corner got an eye for my kind/cause we ignore laws everyday/What do you mean Im white trash?/Grab my nuts and kick

Yeah, You'll never hear Black Star cause the program director's mostly def/And you'll never hear Triple Six cause we live in the mist of the Bible belt/But that's where the light is felt, so let it shine, let'em rhyme/Let'em hustle, let'em grind, nothin wrong with the truth sometimes/Sometimes the truth is dark, but the darkness sparks the trueest art/And you didn't even know you had a window til the tornado blew it apart/If Eric Clapton can sing about cocaine and there's no harm/Then I can write about guns I can rap about girls I can sing about money & cars/Not that my money is large, lets talk about broke as a joke/Let's talk about gettin evicted, everything you own thrown out on the road/And maybe that there goes gold, shit maybe its platinum sold/but they don't wanna see the green rings from the pirates gold/no hold up rewind

your poodle in the face/Im sick to the soul with hate/Cause Im the bitch that society raped/So whata ya say? Hook Verse 2 My body is covered in tattoos/that are totally offensive/If I did it, I did for life/No regrets, you know that I meant it/I aint bothered by racist/My family is worldwide, ho come get it/Ill take you to the gutter like a cigarette butt in the rain/Let Shawty Fatt spit it (Yeah!!)/You motherfuckers are lost, get your maps out/And follow me into the creek water/I didnt forget where I came, jus how to ignore my/my musical calling/That crack on the window on the Chevys/Been there for over 7 months/Along with Jon Newports beer bottle caps and the roaches of WillPowers blunts/So whata ya say?

Hook Verse 3 (Killer Mike) People why shit is so wrong/Why they wont let all our soldiers come home/Why them boys who get caught with such small amounts of dope/on the Ave do bids so long/They bids so long by the time they get to come home/Mamas is gone and babies is grown/And baby mama that was tight in that thong/Fat as a fuck and her body all gone/Pay for it cash her ass is gone/She never worked so the stash is gone/Government rations she gets on/Year after year she get check after check/A gangster come home already in debt/The government say you owe $50k/For all the free lunches that yo baby ate/Do you go legit, and never have shit?/Or G up and re-up and get you a brick? (yeah)/Get you a brick (yeah) Hook Killer Mike See what you suckas dont understand is/This aint even about race/This is about who got it and who aint got it/So if Im on the bottom/and you on the bottom/Were the same color... Dirty Fuckin Poor!!

Hook: Daddy can you see me/Im putting on a show/In the magazines/Hear me on the radio/So whata you think?/Well I hope that youre proud now/to watch it all go down/Im sorry Daddy/You didnt get to watch me grow/Now Im always on the road/No time to say hello. Bye/And I hope that youre proud now/To watch it all go down Verse 2 Yeah Mamma you look great, perfect/Be safe on your first date, for certain/If he brings you home too late, Ill hurt him/Dont worry bout me Im safe, Ill close the curtains/And I feel like Im raising you, but what do I know, Baby Blue/All I know is that I was made in you, so I put all my faith in you/Yea I was only 10, but I felt like a man and I had to let you go/All I wanted was for us to be rich, tear drops in my cereal bowl/So I turned into an asshole, young and dumb smokin weed/Vandalizing, robbing houses, stealing cars that was me/But everything I did I had to see, feel the pain had to grieve/To become who I am, and Im proud of the man I came to be/Cause what Ive learned, cannot be taught, what Ive earned could not be bought/Justified deserved it all so dont be concerned, Its not your fault/I never counted sheep, I count my blessings/So if you see him out Mamma, dont give him the cold shoulder, give him my message/Just tell him...Hook

THE LAST SONG

Verse 1 Everybodys asking me lately, where Im from/They wanna know what Ive been through and what dirt Ive done/But man if I told you what

Ive seen and been through, then youd probably run off/Youre scared of the truth, so its dead in secret lined in chalk/See Ive been lost ever since I could walk/lookin for my daddy in any one of mamas boyfriend who would talk/Or listened to me when I spoke instead of looking at me like a joke/Or leavin me behind, leavin me to cry when you treated my mama like a ho/But I learned quick that my daddy wasnt never gonna come around/And I didnt give a shit cause me and my mama we held it down/No new kicks, first day of school Im good will bound/But when you come from the trench thats how you learned to walk around/So I dont give a fuck if you ever lay eyes on top of my new shoes homie/I just wanted you to know that I didnt need a dollar from you I gotem myself/So if you find yourself in the middle of the floor, with a bottle, drinking yourself lonely/then you can keep company with a picture of me in a magazine on the shelf/Turn the page...

WHIP IT
Ye, ye, Ye- Yela, ye, ye, Ye- Yela Verse 1 We hit the club, tore it up/Mally Malls got model sluts/Fearin & Loathin in Las Vegas, party, party, bottles up!/Im feeling like a king, someone tell me where my robe is?/This nitrous oxide got me feeling like Moses/Laughin it up, laughin loud/Twist it up until you tappin out/But Yelawolf aint throwing in the towel/Take a pull buddy, how you sound?/My voice feeling like I just swallowed a frog/I think Im Mr. T, I think Im Boss Hog/(Get, get, get) getttie up, promenade/Rip it up, hit the stage/Outta my mind yeah, wanna go craze/Feeling like I wanna float around for days/Shes all about it, shes getting rowdy/She like to party! So whip it shawty! Hook

You gotta charge, I gotta charge!/Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard/Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard/Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard/You gotta charge, I gotta charge/Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard/Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard/Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard Verse 2 Baby you and maybe you/Need to come back to the naked room/Whip it, whip, get with it/Ill open you up like a Baby Ruth/Shes getting ripped, shes getting striped/Swimming in a funk/I watch her skinny dip/You wanna feel ill, wanna get real/Wanna pop a pill feel out of control/Wanna know what Im into though/That N2O/And cloud nine is somewhere down below/Get on my level, look at the light show/You lay back in the way back of the Maybach or lay back on the Lazy Boy/You can pay me back with a bj in the Lac here enjoy!/Shes all about it, shes getting rowdy/She like to party! So whip it shawty! Hook Verse 3 Crazy youth, yeah, that trashy life/Im getting high, Im in my after life/Rock star no holds barred/Got new hoes sitting in old cars/And Im feeling like the world is mine/Arms wide open/One country at a time, middle fingers up/Fuck critics, nitrous in a bottle/Bitch whip it! Hook

too cool/I see you!/I see you! /I see you! Verse 2 Baby girl dont know much about/What it would take to become a star/Hollywood is so far fetched/Too long of a drive in an old car/Work every day but you barely eat/Going over lines from a script you read/Your boyfriend said its a silly dream/But how can you dream when you never sleep/Youre looking in the mirror and your picturing a light show/A glimpse in the lens of a camera/Behind the scenes of life as a tightrope /Yea you walk a thin line/But a thin line is all you need/A thin line in an Indy movie/Just a break for somebody to see the/Talent inside, the ballad of a diary you write/The by and by is just another day for a normal girl/But for you its another day that you tried/Aside from the fact that you ride in the back of a bus/Sometimes cause your car wont work/Well maybe you should take that bus to L.A./And put your dreams first because Hook Verse 3 Black and white, everything is black and white/Broke down, simple and plain/Most of us lost with a curious brain/Curiosity is looked at as strange/Stuck in a lane, but you cant complain/While you look at another passing train/Wondering how, wheres it going?/Wishing you were inside, packed and rolling/To another place, but your time is chosen/To live low key, cause your dream is stolen/They dont understand, they believe in loathing/Lounging, loafing, waiting, hoping/Homie if the grass in greener/Look, the gate is open/Youre waiting for God to release the ocean/Sitting on the beach two feet from floating/But I see you.. Hook

I SEE YOU
Verse 1 Yeah, Once upon a time not long ago,/My grandmother told me one day Id change/I felt like she was coming down on me/So I told her no, Id be the same/Not knowing she was only trying to help/Motivate me to excel and climb/I was thinking she was the one trapped/While I was stuck in the cage of my mind/Man if I wouldve known what I know now/I would have brought my head down out of that cloud/Told her thank you and that I loved her/But I was too cool and too damn proud/What a fool I was in fact/Ive changed so much, now looking back?I wish somebody I thought was cool/Was cool as she was when she told me that Hook I see you, I see you, the real you/Trying to cover up whats inside of you/But everything you do, is make believe/Yeah youre hot, but youre

IN THIS WORLD
Hook Its getting hard to be me/Every where I go, somebodys looking at me/And If I ever need something, Ima get it for myself/Cause Im the only person thinking bout me/Its getting hard to be me/Every where I go, somebodys looking at me/And if you gon compare me at all best compare me to myself/Cause Im the only person fucking with me! Verse 1 In this world of sticks, hicks and chicks with aqua net spray/Sh sh shh-

hhhh shut up muthafucker dont disrespect these country ways/Yeah! Alabama, if yeen know,/I aint hiding a damn thing, I just like to lean low/Yeah, Im the theme show/Stereotypical beanpole/Slim, tall, tatted, let me add that I gotta green glowFrom all the Mountain Dew that I consume/From a mason jar, in a racing, chase it with a tall ice brew Let me not leave you confused, what I represent culturally/Trash bag full of Freon, Im huffin puffin on potpourri/That gummos squeaky swingin gate in front of that trap house/Trailer park is sewed up and Billy done pulled that Lac out Hook Verse 2 Wonder what I got inside this Chevrolet Trunk Im hiding/About ten bodies on a fishing line with baby clothes on consignment/Came to the game so broke that I still find one-dollar bills and get a thrill/Thats the kind of shit that leaves my pickle dill'd/Siding on the single wide got Icicle steel, too cold/Gotta kerosene heater to heat up the grill, meatloaf?/Daddys in jail again for shuffling pills, we know/Man Ive only come to give you a peep show, (in this world ) I run across the South, like a wild stream, smiling/Ive seen more colorful mushrooms than a childs dream/On an Island, desolate left behind/Cause my state, is a state of crime/God said, 1979, go change the minds ( in this world ) Hook Verse 3 Yelawolf. Hi, my name is/President O Bama Im so shameless/Im taking it all so what am I saying/Im the voice of every small town (in this world )/Like a light and a pipe with a mic and take flight in this life/What a sight, put a vice grip lock on my right to fight despite The way you may feel about sights and sounds that I might put down About prices found on a sack of that white/Heaven is a place in a 7/11 I can never get away from hell/Found hell in the bible-belt and found love in a 6-pack up on the shelf/Went to the seashore to see more but Leroy didnt seem sure to me/So I took Leroy to Alabama, he bought the hat and bought the Tee/Converted him Yall, I gave him convertible thoughts/When he saw that big buck hangin on the wall (Yeah)/Im off by a millimeter/Im on by a Million light years and 2 liters a pint of moonshine/I ride a 2 seater Take a ride/In this world.. Hook

Radioactive Introduction
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sion Entertainment/RECORDING & MIX ENGINEER: Matthew Hayes RECORDED AT: Tree Sound Studios, Norcross, GA/MIXED BY: Matthew Hayes/ASSISTED BY: WillPower, Irvin Johnson and Jason Wilson MIXED AT: Tree Sound Studios, Norcross, GA/BACKGROUND VOCAL: Nikkiya/ALL MUSIC & PROGRAMMING: WillPower/MASTERED BY: Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace/PRODUCTION COORDINATION: Regina Davenport for Ghet-O-Vision Entertainment

Get Away (feat. Shawty Fatt & Mystikal)

(M. Atha, D. Barnes, J. Horton, M. Horton & S. Otis) Archibald Highwater/Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision/Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/Slapademiks (SESAC)/The Braids Publishing (adm by Zomba Enterprises Inc.) (ASCAP)/Jerrico Horton (BMI)/BMG Rights Management on behalf of itself and Bug Music (BMI) PRODUCED BY: Phonix Beats/RECORDING ENGINEER: Phonix

Beats, Matt Hayes, Sasha Sirota/RECORDED AT: Kitchen 213 Studio, Los Angeles, CA/Tree Sound Studios, Norcross, GA/Future Music Recording Studios, Las Vegas, NV/MIXED BY: Leslie Brathwaite/ASSISTED BY: Muzzy Solis & Michael Pratt/MIXED AT: Patchwerk Recording Studios, Atlanta, GA/ALL MUSIC PROGRAMMING: Phonix Beats/MASTERED BY: Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace/Mystikal appears courtesy of RCA Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment Contains elements of Strawberry Letter 23 written by S. Otis and published by BMG Rights Management on behalf of itself and Bug Music (BMI). Used by permission. This track contains a sample of the recording Strawberry Letter 23 as performed by The Brothers Johnson. Courtesy of A&M Records under license from Universal Music Enterprises. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

Lets Roll (feat. Kid Rock)

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CO-PRODUCED BY: Eminem/RECORDING ENGINEER: Sasha Sirota, Mike Strange, Al Sutton/RECORDED AT: Future Music Recording Studios, Las Vegas, NV & Effigy Studios/MIXED BY: Eminem & Mike Strange/MIX ENGINEER: Mike Strange/

ASSISTANT MIX ENGINEER: Joe Strange/BACKGROUND VOCALS: Herschel Boone/MUSIC & DRUM PROGRAMMING: Jimmy Giannos and Dominic Jordan/ADDITIONAL KEYBOARDS: Luis Resto/Kid Rock appears courtesy of Atlantic Records/MASTERED BY: Brian Big Bass Gardner at Bernie Grundman Mastering/Kid Rock appears courtesy of Atlantic Recording Corporation

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

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AT: Future Music Recording Studios, Las Vegas, NV/Conway Recording Studios, Los Angeles, CA/MIXED BY: Leslie Brathwaite/ASSISTED BY: Muzzy Solis and Michael Pratt/MIXED AT: Patchwerk Recording Studios, Atlanta, GA/ALL MUSIC & PROGRAMMING: Tha Hydrox/MASTERED BY: Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace/Lil Jon appears courtesy of Little Jonathan, Inc.

Growin Up In The Gutter (feat. Rittz)

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Throw It Up (feat. Gangsta Boo & Eminem)

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O-Vision Entertainment/ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION: Eminem/RECORDING ENGINEER: Matthew Hayes, Tristan McClain & Mike

Strange/RECORDED AT: Tree Sound Studios, Norcross, GA & Effigy Studio, MI/MIXED BY: Eminem & Mike Strange/MIX ENGINEER: Mike Strange/ASSISTANT MIX ENGINEER: Joe Strange/MIXED AT: Effigy Studios, MI/ALL MUSIC PROGRAMMING: WillPower/ADDITIONAL KEYBOARDS: Luis Resto/MASTERED BY: Brian Big Bass Gardner at Bernie Grundman Mastering

Good Girl (feat. Poo Bear)

(M. Atha, J. Giannos, D. Jordan, J. Boyd, K. Prather & C. Sills) Archibald Highwater/Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision/Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/Will Work For Pub (ASCAP)/Will Work For Pub (ASCAP)/POO BZ Publishing, Inc. (ASCAP) and Bug Music-Hitco South (ASCAP) All Rights On Behalf Of POO BZ Publishing, Inc. and Bug Music-Hitco South Administered By Bug Music-Music Of Windswept (ASCAP)/In Thee Face Music Publishing (ASCAP)/Bughouse (ASCAP) Administered by Bug/C. Sills Publishing Inc. (ASCAP)/PRODUCED BY: The

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

(M. Atha, E. Kiriakou, C. Dwight & P. Hamilton) Archibald Highwater/Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision/Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/Roditis Music (ASCAP)/Courtney Dwight/Isaiah 431920 Publishing (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI), POWER Pen Biz Publishing (BMI) and Priscilla Renea Productions (BMI). All rights on behalf of itself, POWER Pen Publishing and Priscilla Renea Productions Administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. PRODUCED BY: Produced by Emanuel Kiriakou for

ModSquad Music Inc/CO-PRODUCED BY: BLAQSMURPH for PoSMoV/POWER Entertainment, LLC/ENGINEERED & EDITED BY: Emanuel Kiriakou & Sasha Sirota./RECORDED AT: Studio E at Chalice Recording, Los Angeles CA/Future Music Recording Studios, Las Vegas, NV/MIXED BY: Leslie Brathwaite/ASSISTED BY: Muzzy Solis and Michael Pratt/MIXED AT: Patchwerk Recording Studios, Atlanta, GA/ADDITIONAL VOCALS BY: Priscilla Renea/KEYBOARD PROGRAMMING, BASS & DRUMS: by Emanuel Kiriakou ADDITIONAL KEYBOARD PROGRAMMING PIANO & DRUMS by: BLAQSMURPH/MASTERED BY: Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace/Priscilla Renea appears courtesy of Capitol Records

Animal (feat. FeFe Dobson)

(M. Atha, A. Borger, T.W. Pentz, F. Dobson & N. Brooks) Archibald Highwater/Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision/Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/Buygore Music/Downtown Music Publishing/Suave Ink (SESAC)/Felicia Dobson/Sony/ATV Music Publishing Canada (SOCAN) PRODUCED BY: Diplo & Borgore/RECORDING ENGINEER: Tristan McClain, Sasha

Sirota,/RECORDED AT: Tree Sound Studios, Norcross, GA/Future Music Recording Studios, Las Vegas, NV/MIXED BY: Leslie

Brathwaite/ASSISTED BY: Muzzy Solis & Michael Pratt/MIXED AT: Patchwerk Recording Studios, Atlanta, GA/ALL MUSIC PROGRAMMING: Diplo & Borgore/MASTERED BY: Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace/Fefe Dobson appears courtesy of Island Def Jam Recordings

The Hardest Love Song In The World

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PRODUCED BY: WillPower for SupaHotBeats/Ghet-O-Vision Entertainment/RECORDING ENGINEER: Sasha Sirota/RECORDED AT: Future Music Recording Studios, Las Vegas, NV/MIXED BY: Matthew Hayes/ASSISTED BY: WillPower, Irvin Johnson and Jason Wilson/MIXED AT: Tree Sound Studios, Norcross, GA/DRUM & MUSIC PROGRAMMING: WillPower/BASS: Ben Didelot for Tree Leaf Music/GUITAR: Matt Barrett/MASTERED BY: Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace/Contains elements of Always Together as written by B. Miller and published by Chevis Publishing Corp. (BMI). Used by permission./This track contains a sample of the recording Always Together as performed by The Dells. Courtesy of Universal Records under license from Universal Music Enterprises. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Write Your Name (feat. Mona Moua)

(M. Atha, K. Bartolomei, E. Ortiz, K. Crowe, G. Cihumsky, C. Nwagbara, U. Nwagbara, R. Harrell & W. Smith) Archibald Highwater/Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision/Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/Kenneth Bartolomei (BMI)/Warner Chappell (BMI)/Gabriella Publishing Designee Admin by Warner Chappell (ASCAP)/MissChas Publishing/Young Pen Publishing/Bug Music publishing /BMI Affiliation Admin by Bug Music/Only the lomie Publishing (ASCAP)/RozzyRocksMusic (ASCAP)/Sitting on the Moon Music (BMI)/PRODUCED BY: J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League/RECORDING ENGINEER: Mike Wilson/RECORDED AT: Patchwerk

Studios, Atlanta, GA/MIXED BY: Leslie Brathwaite/ASSISTED BY: Muzzy Solis and Michael Pratt/MIXED AT: Patchwerk Recording Studios, Atlanta, GA/ADDITIONAL VOCALS BY: Mona Moua/ALL MUSIC PROGRAMMING: J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League MASTERED BY: Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace

Everything I Love The Most

(M. Atha, W. Washington, J. Boyd & W. M. Joel) Archibald Highwater/Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision/Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/My Inheritance (SESAC) / Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision (BMI) / Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/POO BZ Publishing, Inc. (ASCAP) and Bug Music-Hitco South (ASCAP) All Rights On Behalf Of POO BZ Publishing, Inc. and Bug Music-Hitco South Administered By Bug Music-Music Of Windswept (ASCAP)/ Impulsive Music (ASCAP) PRODUCED BY: WillPower for SupaHotBeats/Ghet-O-Vision Entertainment

ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION: Eminem/RECORDING ENGINEER: Sasha Sirota/RECORDED AT: Future Music Recording Studios, Las Vegas, NV a& Effigy Studios/MIXED BY: Eminem & Mike Strange/MIX ENGINEER: Mike Strange/VOCALS BY: Yelawolf/MUSIC & DRUM PROGRAMMING: WillPower BASS & GUITAR: Sasha Sirota/ADDITIONAL KEYBOARDS: Luis Resto/MASTERED BY: Brian Big Bass Gardner at Bernie Grundman Mastering Contains elements of The Stranger written by W. Joel and published by Impulsive Music (ASCAP). Used by permission.

Radio
(M. Atha, J. Scheffer, D. Morris, M. Mule, I. De Boni) Archibald Highwater/Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision/Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/Jimipub Music /EMI Music Publishing (BMI)/Hypnotic Beats/Rebel Made/Kobalt (BMI)/Retromono/Rebel Made(BMI) PRODUCED BY: Jim Jonsin for Rebel Rock Productions/PROGRAMMING BY: Jim Jonsin, Finatik 'N' Zac/KEYBOARDS

BY: Danny Morris/GUITARS BY: Dave Karmiol/PERCUSSION BY: Finatik & Jim Jonsin/RECORDED BY: Jason Wilkie and Nikolas Marzouca at Parkland Playhouse/ASSISTED BY: Matt Huber/MIXED BY: Robert Marks at Parkland Playhouse/ASSISTED BY: Matt Huber

Slumerican Shitizen (feat. Killer Mike)

(M. Atha, W. Washington, M. Render & B. Parks) Archibald Highwater/Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision/Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/My Inheritance (SESAC) / Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision (BMI) / Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/Aniyahs Music (ASCAP) administered by the Royalty Network/Hydrilla Music, PRO (ASCAP) PRODUCED BY: WillPower for SupaHotBeats/Ghet-O-Vision En-

tertainment/RECORDING ENGINEER: Sasha Sirota/RECORDED AT: Future Music Recordings, Las Vegas, NV/MIXED BY: Matthew Hayes/ASSISTED BY: WillPower, Irvin Johnson and Jason Wilson/MIXED AT: Tree Sound Studios, Norcross, GA/ALL MUSIC & PROGRAMMING: WillPower/BASS & GUITAR: Sasha Sirota/MASTERED BY: Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace

The Last Song

(M. Atha & W. Washington) Archibald Highwater/Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision/Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/My Inheritance (SESAC) / Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision (BMI) / Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug PRODUCED BY: WillPower for SuperHotBeats/Ghet-O-Vision Entertainment/RECORDING ENGINEER: Tristan McClain/RECORDED AT: Tree Sound

Studios, Norcross, GA/MIXED BY: Matthew Hayes/ASSISTED BY: WillPower, Irvin Johnson and Jason Wilson/MIXED AT: Tree Sound Studios, Norcross, GA/ALL MUSIC & PROGRAMMING: WillPower/MASTERED BY: Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace

Whip It
(M. Atha, J. Giannos, D. Jordan, J. Boyd & C. Sills) Archibald Highwater/Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision/Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/Will Work For Pub (ASCAP)/ Will Work For Pub (ASCAP)/POO BZ Publishing, Inc. (ASCAP) and Bug Music-Hitco South (ASCAP) All Rights On Behalf Of POO BZ Publishing, Inc. and Bug Music-Hitco South Administered By Bug Music-Music Of Windswept (ASCAP)/C. Sills Publishing Inc. (ASCAP) PRODUCED BY: The Audibles/RECORDING ENGINEER: Sasha Sirota/RECORDED AT: Future Music Recording Studios, Las

Vegas, NV/MIXED BY: Leslie Brathwaite/ASSISTED BY: Muzzy Solis and Michael Pratt/MIXED AT: Patchwerk Recording Studios, Atlanta, GA/MUSIC & DRUM PROGRAMMING: Jimmy Giannos and Dominic Jordan/GUITAR: Sasha Sirota/MASTERED BY: Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace

I See You
(M. Atha, W. Washington, J. Giannos, D. Jordan, S. Sirota, J. Boyd & K. Prather) Archibald Highwater/Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision/Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/My Inheritance (SESAC) / Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision (BMI) / Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/Will Work For Pub (ASCAP)/Will Work For Pub (ASCAP)/Sasha Sirota (ASCAP)/POO BZ Publishing, Inc. (ASCAP) and Bug Music-Hitco South (ASCAP) All Rights On Behalf Of POO BZ Publishing, Inc. and Bug Music-Hitco South Administered By Bug Music-Music Of Windswept (ASCAP)/In Thee Face Music Publishing (ASCAP)/Bughouse (ASCAP) Administered by Bug PRODUCED BY: WillPower for SupaHotBeats/Ghet-O-Vision Entertainment/CO-PRODUCED BY The Audibles & Sasha Sirota

RECORDING ENGINEER: Sasha Sirota/RECORDED AT: Future Music Recording Studios, Las Vegas, NV/MIXED BY: Matthew Hayes/ASSISTED BY: WillPower, Irvin Johnson and Jason Wilson/MIXED AT: Tree Sound Studios, Norcross, GA/MUSIC & DRUM PROGRAMMING: WillPower/KEYBOARDS: Jimmy Giannos/BASS & GUITAR: Sasha Sirota/MASTERED BY: Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace

In This World
(M. Atha, W. Washington, M. Mathers, J. Boyd, K. Prather, P. Zaza & T. Dandy) Archibald Highwater/Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision/Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/My Inheritance (SESAC) / Fellowship of Ghet-O-Vision (BMI) / Bug Music (BMI) Administered by Bug/POO BZ Publishing, Inc. (ASCAP) and Bug Music-Hitco South (ASCAP) All Rights On Behalf Of POO BZ Publishing, Inc. and Bug Music-Hitco South Administered By Bug Music-Music Of Windswept (ASCAP)/In Thee Face Music Publishing (ASCAP)/Bughouse (ASCAP) Administered by Bug / Shroom Shady Music, admin. by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI) / Zaza Sound PRODUCED BY: WillPower for SupaHotBeats/Ghet-O-Vision Entertainment/CO-PRODUCED BY: Eminem

RECORDING ENGINEER: Joe Strange/RECORDED AT: Effigy Studios/MIXED BY: Eminem & Mike Strange/MIX ENGINEER: Mike Strange/MUSIC PROGRAMMING: WillPower/ADDITIONAL KEYBOARDS: Luis Resto/ADDITIONAL GUITAR: Mike Strange/MASTERED BY: Brian Big Bass Gardner at Bernie Grundman Mastering/Contains elements of Is There Any Love written by P. Zaza, T. Dandy and published by Zaza Sound c/o The Numero Group. Used by permission.This track contains a sample of the recording Is There Any Love as performed by Trevor Dandy. Courtesy of The Numero Group. Used by permission.

THANK YOUS Thank You Jesus. Mom and Pop, and my babies Rico, P Bird and Dippy And their dedicated Mother Meca. MawMaw and PawPaw, Jazmen, Amy, PJ, Uncle Bud, Aunt Terri, Uncle Critter, Uncle Mouse, Jim Garner, Sue Garner. Carmen, Jared, ColeBlooded, Jordan and AT To my best friend Jon Newport and all my homies: Jacob (hiccup) Burton, Christ Bothwell, Shock G, Walter, Snake, Bug, GrassHopper, NateDog, Red, Luke Fife, Shorty, Betty and Man, Dirt Shawty Fatt, Big Fittz, Big Henry, Diggy, DJ Bob, Dead Man, Mario Rubicabo, Nathan Brown, Sean Stockton, Derek Dingman, Will Lotes, CoCo, Payton, Keen, Nathan Smith, Mike Devine, Ricker, SweetWaste, Frankhouse, Matt K, Kevin, Jimmy Lannon, Josh Dowd, Mancini, Joel Mindhold, 30Pak, JackCurtain, Stevie Williams, Jason Ellis, Ean @ Ruin, M.I.A, FTC, Westside Skateshop 510, Mike Diamond, Supreme, Antwan Dixon, Felix, Giavonni Reda, Thrasher and Transworld, TK, JayJay, Kevin Delaney, Rob Dyrdek and DramaBeats. P-Rod and Rainbow, Mike Mo, Collin McKay, Brandon Bieble, Josh Kalis, Danny Way, Zered and SkatePark of Tampa, SlaughterHouse (2.0!!), Bun B, Raekwon, Juelz Santana, Travis Barker, Tech N9ne, Busta Rhymes, Twista, Big Boi, 3000, Gucci Mane, Mr. Finley, CyHi Da Prynce, Pill, SugarToungeSlim, B.O.B, Wiz Khalifa, Jackie Chain, 6Tre, Bubs, Maurice Garland, Groove Chambers, Mali and the whole TreeSound Studios staff, Leslie Brathwaite, Curtis Daniels, Mike Wilson and the entire Patchwerk staff, Bobby Straightedge and Tyler (thanks for the amazing cover art homie). Sway, Whitney Gayle-Benta at MTV. Paul Wall for letting me in on CSI. Queen Latifah, Shakim Compere , Stacy A. Littlejohn, Tamra Davis Stacey Dash, Kassandra Clementi and the cast of Single Ladies for letting me do it in a car on TV. And to Mally Mall, thanks for letting us use the studio, the house, the pool, the cars, the monkey, the cheetah, and the wolves to make this project (sell that shmell!!) .. To all The artists that helped to make Radioactive: Eminem, Kid Rock, Poo Bear, Mystikal, Gangsta Boo, Lil Jon, Killer Mike, Rittz, Shawty Fatt, Priscilla Renea, Nikkiya, FeFe Dobson (333) and Mona Moua (youre a Realstar!!). To the Producers: Eminem, SupaHotBeats, Jim Jonsin, DipLo & Borgore, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, Track Bangas, Phonix, E-man & Smurph, The Audibles, Sasha, Pyro, & Tha Hydrox To the DJ's: DJ Dirty, DJ Ideal, DJ Artime, DJ Swiff, DJ BurnOne, DJ Greg Street, DJ Frank White, DJ Craze, DJ Klever, Frank Ski & Wanda, Ebro, Mary K, Dough Boy, Michael Long, DJ Fresh, Joski Love, Big Ant and all of Alabama Radio and every DJs that Rocks Hip Hop! Shade 45, Famous, Monster, Brisk, Fader, The Source, Respect, XXL, DJBooth, RapRadar, TheSmokingSection and all the digital media out there supporting real art!! Our Beats By Dre Fam: Todd Parker, Karen Civil & Luke Wood (thanks for my headphonesand everything else) Interscope: Jimmy Iovine, Steve Berman, Dennis Dennehy, Barry Williams, Ray Alba, Archie Davis, Jason Sangerman, Don Clemons, Don Robinson, Jericho Adams, Susan Hilderley, Jeanne Venton, Todd Douglas, Brian Alvarez, Gary Kelly, Garnett, Nino, Dee, Shadow, Mar Brown, Enrique, Moetown, Jen Zeller, Karen Rait and the entire Interscope Staff My Shady Crew : Paul, Tracy, Riggs, Mark Labelle, Dart and Dro. My Ghet-O-Vision team ... Look what you've created !!!! I love y'all for putting up with my shit ... Thank you all. Each of you deserve a page: Seneca Doss, Regina Davenport, Jeremy (J.Dot) Jones, Courtney (BrotherBear) Sills, Kawan (KP) Prather My lawer: Denise Brown My accountant: Lisa Alexander My Agents: The Agency Group-Peter, Zach Q. and Josh DICK, James Rubin and the good folks at Bug Music To Marshall .. It means more than words I can write that you put it on the line for me dog .. Being apart of your legacy is an honor .. Thank you for helping me light this torch ... What you have done will never be repeated ... now you're genius is an instrument to my music .. An instrument that will open millions of people to my culture and my perspective .. My brother from another .. Thank you .. - whitedog !!!

Dedicated to my Calling Angels:

Wayne (Weezy) Bush and MeMaw my great Grandaddy Otis To All the landlords that put me and my family out, all the jobs/bosses that hired and fired me. THANK GOD !!! Management: Jeremy J-Dot Jones & Courtney Brother Bear Sills Booking Agent for Yelawolf: The Agency Group Art Direction: DLWARFIELD.com for www.GoldfingerCreative.com Cover Art: Tyler Clinton @ DoNotResist.com Watercolor: Brian Nelson Photography: Lionel Deluy

Ghet-O-Vision Entertainment:
A&R: Kawan KP Prather A&R Coordination: Regina Davenport Digital Marketing: Seneca Doss Legal: Denise Brown, Esq.

Shady Records:
A&R: Riggs Morales Project Coordinator: Marc Labelle Legal: Theo Sedlmayr, Esq & Lisa Donini, Esq for Sedlmayr and Associates, P.C. Effigy Studio Manager: John Fisher

Interscope Records:
Marketing Director: Jason Sangerman Publicity: Ray Alba Production: Andrew Van Meter International: Don Robinson & Jericho Adams Legal: Susan Hilderley, Brian Alvarez & Todd Douglas Tour Marketing: Don Clemons A&R: Archie Davis

Executive Producers: Executive Producer: Eminem

Co-Executive Producer: Kawan "KP" Prather

P 2011 Interscope Records. All rights reserved.