F.A.S.T Ride

[Intro] (You know my Uncle Critter said "You look like you been shot at and missed Shit at and hit" [Hook] On that ass, bitch Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to Yeah, and I be bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride to Yeah, 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 [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 shit Drum this out with two sticks Supa hot’s too cool 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 Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy Give me the dizzies, 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 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 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 Bic bitch, bow to sensei Motherfuckin’ bitch, it’s 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 [Hook] [Outro] 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! Yeah, Lunch break Don’t worry for the day I’m bout to get slung under Slung under.. Slumerican Supa-supa-SupaHot Beats Catfish really though”