(Intro) (You know my Critter said, "You look like you shot at and missed at and hit"
(Hook) On that ass, Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to Yeah, and I be bumpin this shit to ride to Yeah, on ass, bitch And I be bumpin this shit to ride to Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit 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, bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on some shit Drum this out two sticks Soup a high school for new kicks Zoom, raps make jealous 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 they run from me, drunk and upset But I dont run clumsy, punch a A one, two, three: Im at the Chelsea Like Sid & with the knife, and two grams of candy me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me Please oh please dont Just give me the keys and crank beat Cause I might up and straight dry heave But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma this beat Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm Look here, we in streets like a pair of Nikes Well, I might be more a pair of nice jeans, cause Im
(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 this funky-ass shit to ride to Trunk Muzik, this funky-ass shit to ride to
(Verse 2) So whats Been on shit, wheres 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 toss the white trash out the window Now Im in a like broken pencils Empty bottles and rentals one is for all my kinfolk Yeah, bring em in, Out the rain, whats a friend Word, oh for sure, truly, at the door Had to add a syllable to that Country, but, oh, of go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced Odd economy, dont need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, roll These hoes are no good, pills are I just get high, fuck what you say Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai With a big bitch, bow to bitch, its pay your rent day Do I not like my name was MJ One glove and a fuckin pair of loafers And I moonwalk on the tempo like Jean is not my friend, no
(Hook) On that ass, Bumpin this funky-ass to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin this funky-ass to ride to Yeah, on that ass, And I be bumpin this shit to ride to Trunk Muzik, bumpin this shit to ride to
(Outro) yeah Bumpin this shit to ride to On that ass, this funky-ass shit to ride to On ass, ho Bumpin this shit 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 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!