(Intro) (You my Uncle Critter said, "You like you been shot at and missed at and hit"
(Hook) On ass, bitch Bumpin this funky-ass shit to 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 funky-ass to ride to
(Verse 1) Mello can in my hand, hawk, what? Country dont talk much They just get to work: Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, Sleepin bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on shit Drum out with two sticks Soup a high Coupe for new kicks Zoom, raps make mummies from a tomb Knock if you feel it Born to rip, I been by the rings like a Mead notebook Squares an artery blocked when Im around Circulated, nerds are in, made it Ill Urkel, take his lunch money Punks they run me, drunk and upset But I run clumsy, punch a perp A one, two, three: Im at the Hotel Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me Please oh please leave give me the keys and crank that beat Cause I might double up and dry heave But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze beat Like Freon, neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm Look here, we in these streets like a of Nikes Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, Im
(Hook) On ass, bitch Bumpin this funky-ass to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin this shit to ride to Yeah, on that ass, And I be bumpin this shit to ride to Trunk Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
(Verse 2) So whats Been on that shit, the atlas? it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go Relax in a box train, perhaps Im playin Relapse Boss, saw the gem in him Oh, me? Yeah, who Just the white trash out the window Now Im in a ditch like broken Empty bottles and stolen one is for all my kinfolk Yeah, bring em in, Out the rain, whats a friend Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the Had to add a syllable to word Country, but, oh, of go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced Odd economy, dont no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, lets roll These 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 and a fuckin pair of penny loafers And I moonwalk on the tempo like Jean is not my friend, no
(Hook) On that ass, Bumpin this 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 Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to
(Outro) Yeah Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to On that ass, this funky-ass shit to ride to On ass, ho Bumpin this funky-ass to ride 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 go, lets go, lets go Lets go, go, lets 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!