Yelawolf - F.A.S.T Ride Lyrics
[Intro](You know my Uncle Critter said,"You look like you been shot at and missedShit at and hit"[Hook]On that ass, *****Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride toYeah, and I be bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride toYeah, on that ass, *****And I be bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride toTrunk 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 muchThey just get to work : sawdustChainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heatSleepin’ bag by the bricks: call me the fly, I’m on some shitDrum this out with two sticksSoup a high school Coupe for new kicksZoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tombKnock twice if you feel itBorn to rip, I should’ve beenPerforated by the rings like a Mead notebookSquares want an artery blocked when I’m aroundCirculated, nerds are in, Urkel made itI’ll slap Urkel, take his lunch moneyPunks they run from me, drunk and upsetBut I don’t run clumsy, punch a perp’A one, two, three: I’m at the Chelsea HotelLike Sid & Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candyGive me the dizzies, fee, fee, ***** mePlease oh please don’t leaveJust give me the keys and crank that beat‘Cause I might double up and straight dry heaveBut believe, oh believe I’m cold, I’mma freeze this beatLike Freon, frickin’ neon, that’s me glowing in a snowstormLook here, we in these streets like a pair of NikesWell, 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, goRelax in a 1985 box train, perhaps I’m playin’ RelapseBoss, Eminem saw the gem in himOh, me? Yeah, who thought?Just toss the white trash out the windowNow I’m in a ditch like broken pencilsEmpty bottles and stolen rentalsThis one is for all my kinfolkYeah, bring ‘em in, thoughOut the rain, what’s a friend for?Word, oh for sure, yours truly, at the doorHad to add a syllable to that wordCountry, but, oh, of course*****es go berserk for certainly, no need to be coercedOdd economy, don’t need no nine-nine-nine-nine-nine and I knowJust the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, let’s rollThese hoes are no good, pills are okayI just wanna get high, ***** what you sayWild, the pen-play kind of like a samurai swordWith a big *****, bow to senseiMother*****in’ *****, it’s pay your rent dayDo I not look like my name was MJOne glove and a *****in’ pair of penny loafersAnd I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no[Hook][Outro]Yeah… yeah…Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride toOn that ass, *****Bumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride toOn that ass, hoBumpin’ this funky-ass shit to ride toYeah, 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 goLet’s go, let’s go, let’s goLet’s go, let’s goYeah, 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!
