(Intro) (You know my Critter said, "You look like you shot at and missed at and hit"
(Hook) On that ass, this funky-ass shit to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to Yeah, on ass, bitch And I be bumpin this funky-ass to ride to Trunk Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
(Verse 1) Mello can in my hand, hawk, what? Country folks talk much They just get to work: Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, Sleepin bag by the bricks: me the fly, Im on some shit Drum out with two sticks Soup a school Coupe for new kicks Zoom, raps make jealous from a tomb twice if you feel it Born to rip, I shouldve by the rings like a Mead notebook Squares want an artery blocked Im around Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel it Ill slap Urkel, his lunch money Punks they run from me, and upset But I dont run clumsy, a perp A one, two, three: Im at the Chelsea Like Sid & Nancy the knife, and two grams of candy me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me Please oh please dont Just give me the keys and that beat Cause I double up and straight dry heave But believe, oh believe Im cold, freeze this beat Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm Look here, we in these like a pair of Nikes Well, I might be like a pair of nice jeans, cause Im
(Hook) On that ass, Bumpin this shit to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin this funky-ass shit to to Yeah, on ass, bitch And I be this funky-ass shit to ride to Trunk Muzik, this funky-ass shit to ride to
(Verse 2) So new? Been on that shit, wheres the it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps Im playin Boss, saw the gem in him Oh, me? Yeah, who toss the white trash out the window Now Im in a ditch like broken Empty and stolen rentals This one is for all my Yeah, em in, though Out the rain, a friend for? Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the Had to add a syllable to word Country, but, oh, of Bitches go berserk for certainly, no 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 These hoes are no good, pills are I wanna get high, fuck what you say Wild, the kind of like a samurai sword a big bitch, bow to sensei Motherfuckin bitch, its pay your day Do I not like 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 ass, bitch Bumpin this funky-ass to ride to Yeah, and I be this funky-ass shit to ride to Yeah, on that ass, And I be bumpin this shit to ride to Trunk Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass to ride to
(Outro) Yeah Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to On that ass, Bumpin this funky-ass to ride to On ass, ho this funky-ass 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 go, lets 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!