Out Of Control Lyrics - Travis Barker

My trucks so clean, you can lick the white walls and drink the gasoline 

My pockets so deep I can eat McDonalds 5 days of the week 

I got so much soul the devil is jealous, wanna be down with the king 

I'm off the ground I float like a jet of propellers, a Vietnam machine 

Speaking of Vietnam I'm in this beat like a heater in Vietcong 

When I spit with the kerosine 

Preaching of see 'em wrong, ravish piece I retrieve 'em and lead 'em wrong with this gift of a Chevy dream 

Reaching the sink and then [?] like rap the heat like a teeter now bring it on when you hit you can barely breathe 

Leap in the creek and the pond 

Back in the streets like a dealer to feed 'em songs, I blend in with everything 

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I'm too rock for hip-hop 

Too hip-hop for rock n' roll 

I'm too city for rednecks 

And I'm too country for city folks 

But I don't give a fuck what they want from me 

I can only give 'em what I know 

I guess you can just call it 

Out of motherfucking control 

I get so drunk I lean against walls when there is no wall 

My team is so rowdy they throwin' up the rebel flag when there is no cause 

The south is still dirty, my Chevy parts are clapping, I need no applause 

Roll up like a tornado windpark, 50 seat with nothing but hogs 

I grew up on ZZ-Top when mama was bar-hoping for easy jobs, I'm set with a TV nod 

I grew up in need of pop when mama was star-shopping for Iggy Pop's, I happily needed not 

They grew up a few easy crops and mama was more popping when [?] I sat with the PD cops 

I knew it was either rock and if wanted more options for me to block I happened to see hip hop 

Give a fuck if you understand it, how would I expect you to, I barely comprehend it 

How I ended up standing with Shady, shaking hands with 50 like it was planned for me maybe 

I'm a juxtaposition the position of musical composition 

I'm America's sweat stain, what's left in the kitchen 

Take the garbage out with the beggers and jump in the fucking bag 

Digging for hand-me-down's, like I forgot what I have 

Nobody told me how to do me, it just is 

An evolution of rap and rock 'n' roll mixed with 

Country-ass Memphis, Tennessee hillbillies 

Tobacco spitting white kid listen with intent 

Metallica, Triplesix, OutKast, Johnny Cash 

Deadhead hippie shit 

I'm greatful these hippie kids are able to witness it 

Benefit from the pen, ye, I begin 

Thank you, Eminem, there it is