f a s t ride

Yelawolf

On that ass, bitch
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yel ? and I be bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yel ? on that ass, bitch
And I be bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik ? bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to

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 ?
come with the fly, I m on some shit
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
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, fuck 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?

On that ass, bitch
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yel ? and I be bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yel ? on that ass, bitch
And I be bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik ? bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to

So what s new?
Been on that shit, 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
Bitches 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, fuck what you say
Wild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword
With a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfuckin bitch, it s pay your rent day
You are not alone 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
I m just on that ass, ho
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to

Yeah? yeah?
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, bitch
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, ho
Bumpin this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, I m on my shit now?
Yeah, I m on my shit now?
Yeah, I m on my shit now?
Yeah, I m on my shit now?
Yeah, I m on my shit now?
Yeah, I m on my shit 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 shit now?
I m on my shit now?
I m on my shit now?
I m on my shit now?
I m on my?
Yeah, I m on my shit now?
I m on my shit now?
Let s go!