Lyrics:

[Hook:]
On that ass, b-tch
Bumpin’ this funky-ass sh-t to ride to
Yel – and I be bumpin’ this funky-ass sh-t to ride to
Yel – on that ass, b-tch
And I be bumpin’ this funky-ass sh-t to ride to
Trunk Muzik – bumpin’ this funky-ass sh-t to ride to

[Verse 1:]
Mello Yello can in my hand – mullet, hog, what?
Country folks don’t talk much
They just get to work – sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
Sleepin’ bag by the bricks – come with the fly, I’m on some sh-t
Drum this out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom – raps make mummies just lift from a tomb
Knock twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I should’ve been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked when I’m around
Circulated – nerds are in, Urkel made it
I’ll slap Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and upset
But I don’t run clumsy, punch a perp’
A one, two, three – I’m at the Chelsea Hotel
Like City Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy
Get the… fee, fee, f-ck me
Please oh please don’t leave
Just give me the keys and crank that beat
‘Cause I might double up and strike, dry heave
But believe, oh believe I’m cold, I’mma freeze this beat
Like Freon, frickin’ neon, that’s 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 I’m…

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
So what’s new?
Been on that sh-t, where’s the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Kakalak it, Alabama has it – go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps I’m playin’ Relapse
Boss – Eminem saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who thought?
Just toss the white trash out the window
Now I’m 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, what’s 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
b-tches go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, don’t need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, let’s roll
These hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, f-ck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword
With a big b-tch, bow to sensei
Motherf-ckin’ b-tch, it’s pay your rent day
You are not alone like my name was MJ
One glove and a f-ckin’ pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
I’m just on that ass, hoe
Bumpin’ this funky-ass sh-t to ride to

[Outro:]
Yeah… yeah…
Bumpin’ this funky-ass sh-t to ride to
On that ass, b-tch
Bumpin’ this funky-ass sh-t to ride to
On that ass, hoe
Bumpin’ this funky-ass sh-t to ride to
Yeah, I’m on my sh-t now…
Yeah, I’m on my sh-t now…
Yeah, I’m on my sh-t now…
Yeah, I’m on my sh-t now…
Yeah, I’m on my sh-t now…
Yeah, I’m on my sh-t now…
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Let’s go, let’s go
Yeah, I’m on my sh-t now…
I’m on my sh-t now…
I’m on my sh-t now…
I’m on my sh-t now…
I’m on my…
Yeah, I’m on my sh-t now…
I’m on my sh-t now…
Let’s go!