(Intro) (You know my Uncle said, "You look like you been shot at and at and hit"
(Hook) On ass, bitch Bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin funky-ass shit to ride to Yeah, on that ass, And I be this funky-ass shit to ride to Trunk Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit to to
(Verse 1) Yello can in my hand, Mullet hawk, Country folks dont much just get to work: sawdust Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, Sleepin bag by the bricks: call me the fly, Im on shit Drum this out two sticks Soup a high school for new kicks Zoom, raps make mummies from a tomb Knock twice if you it Born to rip, I been Perforated by the rings like a Mead want an artery blocked when Im around Circulated, nerds are in, made it Ill slap Urkel, take his lunch they run from me, drunk 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 dont leave Just me the keys and crank that beat Cause I double up and straight dry heave But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze this Like Freon, neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm Look here, we in these like a pair of Nikes Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, Im
(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 this shit to ride to Trunk Muzik, bumpin this shit to ride to
(Verse 2) So whats Been on that shit, the atlas? Thumbtack it, South it, Alabama has it, go Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps Im playin Boss, saw the gem in him Oh, me? Yeah, who Just toss the white trash out the Now Im in a ditch like pencils Empty bottles and 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 that 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 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, 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 look like my was MJ One and a fuckin pair of penny loafers And I moonwalk on the like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
(Hook) On ass, bitch Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to Yeah, and I be bumpin funky-ass 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
(Outro) Yeah Bumpin this funky-ass to ride to On ass, bitch Bumpin funky-ass shit 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 go, lets go, lets go Lets go, go, lets 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!