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YELAWOLF lyrics : "F.A.S.T. Ride"

[Hook]
On that $$#, (*##$
Bumpin' this funky-ass %#@! to ride to

Yel ? and I be bumpin' this funky-ass %#@! to ride to
Yel ? on that $$#, (*##$
And I be bumpin' this funky-ass %#@! to ride to

Trunk Muzik ? bumpin' this funky-ass %#@! to ride to

[Verse 1]

Mello Yello can in my hand ? mullet, hog, 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 %#@!
Drum this out with two sticks

Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom ? raps make mummies just lift 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, $#&@ 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?


[Hook]

[Verse 2]

So what's new?
Been on that %#@!, where's the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Kakalak 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

(*##$es 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 (*##$, bow to sensei
Mother$#&@in' (*##$, it's pay your rent day
You are not alone like my name was MJ

One glove and a $#&@in' pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
I'm just on that $$#, hoe

Bumpin' this funky-ass %#@! to ride to

[Outro]

Yeah? yeah?
Bumpin' this funky-ass %#@! to ride to
On that $$#, (*##$

Bumpin' this funky-ass %#@! to ride to
On that $$#, hoe
Bumpin' this funky-ass %#@! to ride to

Yeah, I'm on my %#@! now?
Yeah, I'm on my %#@! now?
Yeah, I'm on my %#@! now?
Yeah, I'm on my %#@! now?
Yeah, I'm on my %#@! now?

Yeah, I'm on my %#@! 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 %#@! now?

I'm on my %#@! now?
I'm on my %#@! now?
I'm on my %#@! now?
I'm on my?
Yeah, I'm on my %#@! now?

I'm on my %#@! now?
Let's go!



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