[Intro] Mello Yello can in my hand, Mullet hawk, what? Country folks dont talk much They just get to work sawdust sawdust [Interlude] You know my Uncle Critter said You look like you been shot at and missed Shit at and hit [Chorus] On that ass, bitch Bumpin this funkyass shit to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin this funkyass shit to ride to Yeah, on that ass, bitch And I be bumpin this funkyass shit to ride to Trunk Muzik, bumpin this funkyass shit to ride to [Verse 1] Mello Yello can in my hand, Mullet hawk, what? Country folks dont talk much They just get to work sawdust Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat Sleepin bag by the bricks call me the fly, Im on some shit Drum this out with two sticks Supa hots too cool for new kicks Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb Knock twice if you feel it Born to rip, I shouldve been Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook Squares want an artery blocked when Im around Circulated, nerds are in, Urkel made it Ill slap Urkel, take his lunch money Punks they run from me, drunk and upset But I dont run clumsy, punch a perp A one, two, three Im at the Chelsea Hotel Like Sid Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, fuck me Please oh please dont leave Just give me the keys and crank that beat Cause I might double up and straight dry heave But believe, oh believe Im cold, Imma freeze this beat Like Freon, frickin neon, thats me glowing in a snowstorm Look here, we in these streets like a pair of Nikes Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause Im [Chorus] On that ass, bitch Bumpin this funkyass shit to ride to Yeah, yeah bumpin this funkyass shit to ride to On that ass, bitch And I be bumpin this funkyass shit to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin this funkyass shit to ride to [Verse 2] So whats new? Been on that shit, wheres the atlas? Thumbtack it, South Cackalack it, Alabama has it, go Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps Im playin Relapse Boss, Eminem saw the gem in him Oh, me? Yeah, who thought? Just toss the white trash out the window Now Im in a ditch like broken pencils Empty bottles and stolen rentals This one is for all my kinfolk Yeah, bring em in, though Out the rain, whats a friend for? Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the door Had to add a syllable to that word Country, but, oh, of course Bitches go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced Odd economy, dont need no nineninenineninenine and I know Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, lets roll These hoes are no good, pills are okay I just wanna get high, fuck what you say Wild, the penplay kind of like a samurai sword With a Bic bitch, bow to sensei Motherfuckin bitch, its pay your rent day Do I not look like my name was MJ One glove and a fuckin pair of penny loafers And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no [Chorus] On that ass, ho Bumpin this funkyass shit to ride to Yeah, yeah bumpin this funkyass shit to ride to On that ass, bitch Bumpin this funkyass shit to ride to On that ass, ho Bumpin this funkyass shit to ride to [Outro] Yeah, Im on my shit now Yeah, Im on my shit now Yeah, Im on my shit now Yeah, Im on my shit now Yeah, Im on my shit now Yeah, Im on my shit now Lets go, lets go, lets go Lets go, lets go, lets go Lets go, lets go Yeah, Im on my shit now Im on my shit now Im on my shit now Im on my shit now Im on my Yeah, Im on my shit now Im on my shit now Lets go! Yeah, Lunch break Dont worry for the day Im bout to get slung under Slung under.. Slumerican SupasupaSupaHot Beats Catfish really though
funkyass, bumpin, shit, ride, yeah