[Intro]
(You know my Uncle Critter said,
"You look like you been shot at and missed
************t at and hit"
[Hook]
On that ass, ************
Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
Yeah, and I be bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
Yeah, on that ass, ************
And I be bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
Trunk Muzik, bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
[Verse 1]
Mello Yello can in my hand,
Mullet hawk, what?
Country folks don’t talk much
They just get to work : sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
Sleepin’ bag by the bricks: call me the fly, I’m on some ************t
Drum this out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I should’ve been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook
************s want an artery blocked when I’m around
Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel made it
I’ll slap Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and upset
But I don’t run clumsy, punch a perp’
A one, two, three: I’m at the Chelsea Hotel
Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy
Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, ****** me
Please oh please don’t leave
Just give me the keys and crank that beat
‘Cause I might double up and straight dry heave
But believe, oh believe I’m cold, I’mma freeze this beat
Like Freon, frickin’ neon, that’s me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause I’m…
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
So what’s new?
Been on that ************t, where’s the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps I’m playin’ Relapse
Boss, Eminem saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who thought?
Just toss the white trash out the window
Now I’m in a ditch like broken pencils
Empty bottles and stolen rentals
This one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring ‘em in, though
Out the rain, what’s a friend for?
Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the door
Had to add a syllable to that word
Country, but, oh, of course
************ go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, don’t need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, let’s roll
These hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, ****** what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword
With a big ************, bow to sensei
Mother******’ ************, it’s pay your rent day
Do I not look like my name was MJ
One glove and a ******’ pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
[Hook]
[Outro]
Yeah… yeah…
Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
On that ass, ************
Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
On that ass, ho
Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to
Yeah, I’m on my ************t now…
Yeah, I’m on my ************t now…
Yeah, I’m on my ************t now…
Yeah, I’m on my ************t now…
Yeah, I’m on my ************t now…
Yeah, I’m on my ************t now…
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Let’s go, let’s go
Yeah, I’m on my ************t now…
I’m on my ************t now…
I’m on my ************t now…
I’m on my ************t now…
I’m on my…
Yeah, I’m on my ************t now…
I’m on my ************t now…
Let’s go!