(Intro) (You know my Critter said, "You like you been shot at and missed at and hit"
(Hook) On that ass, Bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin this shit to ride to Yeah, on that ass, And I be bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to Trunk Muzik, bumpin this shit to ride to
(Verse 1) Yello can in my hand, Mullet hawk, Country folks talk much They get to work: sawdust Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some shit Drum this out with two Soup a high school for new kicks Zoom, make mummies jealous from a tomb Knock twice if you it Born to rip, I been Perforated by the rings a Mead notebook want an artery blocked when Im around Circulated, nerds are in, made it Ill Urkel, take his lunch money Punks they run from me, and upset But I dont run clumsy, punch a A one, two, three: Im at the Hotel Like Sid & Nancy the knife, and two grams of candy Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, me Please oh please leave Just give me the keys and that beat Cause I might double up and straight dry But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze this Like Freon, neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm Look here, we in these streets a pair of Nikes Well, I might be more like a of nice jeans, cause Im
(Hook) On that ass, Bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to Yeah, and I be this funky-ass shit to ride to Yeah, on ass, bitch And I be this funky-ass shit to ride to Trunk Muzik, bumpin this shit to ride to
(Verse 2) So new? Been on shit, wheres the atlas? Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, has it, go Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps Im Relapse Boss, saw the gem in him Oh, me? Yeah, who Just toss the trash out the window Now Im in a ditch like pencils bottles and stolen rentals This one is for all my Yeah, em in, though Out the rain, whats a friend Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the Had to add a to that word Country, but, oh, of Bitches go for certainly, no need to be coerced Odd economy, dont no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, lets hoes are no good, pills are okay I just wanna get high, fuck you say Wild, the pen-play kind of like a sword a big bitch, bow to sensei Motherfuckin bitch, its pay rent day Do I not look my name was MJ One glove and a fuckin pair of penny And I on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
(Hook) On ass, bitch this funky-ass shit to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin this funky-ass shit to to Yeah, on that ass, And I be bumpin this funky-ass shit to to Trunk Muzik, bumpin this shit to ride to
(Outro) Yeah Bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to On ass, bitch Bumpin this funky-ass to ride to On ass, ho Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to Yeah, Im on my now Yeah, Im on my now Yeah, Im on my now Yeah, Im on my now Yeah, Im on my now Yeah, Im on my now Lets go, go, lets go Lets go, lets go, go Lets go, go Yeah, Im on my now Im on my now Im on my now Im on my now Im on my Yeah, Im on my now Im on my now go!