F.a.s.t. Ride Lyrics - Trunk Muzik Returns - Yelawolf

(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 

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(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 

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 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... 

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(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 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 big 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) 

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 

(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!