作词 : Yelawolf 作曲 : Yelawolf [Intro] (You know my Uncle Critter said, "You look like you been shot at and missed ************t at and hit" [Hook] On that ass, ************ Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to Yeah, on that ass, ************ And I be bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to Trunk Muzik, bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to [Verse 1] Mello Yello can in my hand, Mullet hawk, 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: call me the fly, I’m on some ************t Drum this out with two sticks Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb Knock twice if you feel it Born to rip, I should’ve been Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook ************s 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 Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, ****** me Please oh please don’t leave Just give me the keys and crank that beat ‘Cause I might double up and straight 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 ************t, where’s the atlas? Thumbtack it, South Cackalack 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 ************ 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, ****** what you say Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword With a big ************, bow to sensei Mother******’ ************, it’s pay your rent day Do I not look like my name was MJ One glove and a ******’ pair of penny loafers And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no [Hook] [Outro] Yeah… yeah… Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to On that ass, ************ Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to On that ass, ho Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to Yeah, I’m on my ************t now… Yeah, I’m on my ************t now… Yeah, I’m on my ************t now… Yeah, I’m on my ************t now… Yeah, I’m on my ************t now… Yeah, I’m on my ************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 ************t now… I’m on my ************t now… I’m on my ************t now… I’m on my ************t now… I’m on my… Yeah, I’m on my ************t now… I’m on my ************t now… Let’s go!
作词 : Yelawolf 作曲 : Yelawolf [Intro] (You know my Uncle Critter said, "You look like you been shot at and missed ************t at and hit" [Hook] On that ass, ************ Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to Yeah, on that ass, ************ And I be bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to Trunk Muzik, bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to [Verse 1] Mello Yello can in my hand, Mullet hawk, 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: call me the fly, I’m on some ************t Drum this out with two sticks Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb Knock twice if you feel it Born to rip, I should’ve been Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook ************s 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 Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy Give me the dizzies, fee, fee, ****** me Please oh please don’t leave Just give me the keys and crank that beat ‘Cause I might double up and straight 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 ************t, where’s the atlas? Thumbtack it, South Cackalack 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 ************ 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, ****** what you say Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword With a big ************, bow to sensei Mother******’ ************, it’s pay your rent day Do I not look like my name was MJ One glove and a ******’ pair of penny loafers And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no [Hook] [Outro] Yeah… yeah… Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to On that ass, ************ Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to On that ass, ho Bumpin’ this funky-ass ************t to ride to Yeah, I’m on my ************t now… Yeah, I’m on my ************t now… Yeah, I’m on my ************t now… Yeah, I’m on my ************t now… Yeah, I’m on my ************t now… Yeah, I’m on my ************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 ************t now… I’m on my ************t now… I’m on my ************t now… I’m on my ************t now… I’m on my… Yeah, I’m on my ************t now… I’m on my ************t now… Let’s go!
