(Intro) (You know my Uncle said, "You look like you been at and missed at and hit"
(Hook) On ass, bitch Bumpin this funky-ass shit to to Yeah, and I be bumpin funky-ass 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 folks dont much They just get to sawdust Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, Sleepin bag by the call me the fly, Im on some shit Drum this out with two a high school Coupe for new kicks Zoom, raps make mummies from a tomb Knock twice if you it to rip, I shouldve been Perforated by the rings like a notebook Squares want an artery when 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 Hotel Like Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two of candy Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, me Please oh please dont Just give me the and crank that beat Cause I might double up and dry heave But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze beat Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm Look here, we in these streets a pair of Nikes Well, I be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause Im
(Hook) On ass, bitch Bumpin this funky-ass to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin this funky-ass to ride to Yeah, on ass, bitch And I be bumpin this funky-ass to ride to Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to
(Verse 2) So new? on that shit, wheres the atlas? Thumbtack it, 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 ditch broken pencils Empty bottles and rentals one is for all my kinfolk Yeah, em in, though Out the rain, a friend for? Word, oh for sure, truly, at the door Had to add a syllable to that Country, but, oh, of Bitches go berserk for certainly, no need to be Odd economy, need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, roll These are no good, pills are okay I just wanna get high, fuck you say Wild, the pen-play kind of a samurai 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 pair of penny loafers And I moonwalk on the tempo Billy Jean is not my friend, no
(Hook) On ass, bitch Bumpin this shit to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin this funky-ass to ride to Yeah, on ass, bitch And I be this funky-ass shit to ride to Trunk Muzik, bumpin this funky-ass to ride to
(Outro) yeah Bumpin this shit to ride to On ass, bitch Bumpin funky-ass shit 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, lets go, 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!