Funky Shit (Prod. By Travis Barker)

[Intro:]
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky [bad word] 

[Verse 1]
Peanut butter jelly box, sitting in the carport
808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor
Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor
Set 'em in the floor, what a metaphor is this?
Kind of like I do a beat with Travis
Eat it up, beat it up, work at the atlas
Where should I go? Put 'em in a cereal bowl
In Alabama, then I holler out "Cheerio"
Look at that [bad word]  pull the gun back like elastic
And let it go like a mac clip
S-Sipping on the green bottle, like I'm saint Patrick
Got beans in the mattress, magic
Make you want to jump on a fat [bad word] 
Ooo got to have it
(boss) Yelawolf, pick a thing
On a pekingese [bad word]  go go gadget
(Owh) I'm all the way from the gutter
Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup
Geeked up on 7 Up
Gotta turn the beat up while [bad word] up on it like a cheetah
Wanna ride a beat, right above, that’ll be the day
Put you up [bad word] creek, paddle it away
Hat to the side
Holler at you homie
What's the matter with you babe?

[Hook:]
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
 [bad word] gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] 
(Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] 
(Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] 
Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] 

[Verse 2:]
And I'm a Beastie Boy
Airwalks and a bowl cut
Skater when a skater wasn't cool
When it was just, "so what? [bad word] you dude"
Well [bad word] you too
Get your melon cracked with a backpack
I'll bust your [bad word] 
I'm all about [bad word] my paper
Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer's Glue
Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk
Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow
I got a lock on my profit
No exits, no keys tomorrow
But I got steeze to borrow
Some Famous kicks to match
If I got a bass line, I'll rap
As long as TB got sticks to crack
So hit a [bad word]  I'll jump in like a jump rope
Watch
Acapella like an elevator, operate the fader while I operate a label then I’m in my [bad word] #39; high tops
Rhythm like a clock, hop scotch
You would've thought, it was written
But it's not
Rag hanging out the back of them jeans
Not a gangbanger but a cracker who sings
And momma don't you worry about a single thing
Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline
And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans

[Hook:]
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
 [bad word] gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] 
(Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] 
(Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] 
Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] 

[Verse 3:]
Yeah, why stop now?
Put 'em in the [bad word] 
Let 'em feel the sound
That they don't pop it
Let 'em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
808 weighs a ton, so drop it
Watch your feet, while I rock the beat
Going all out, no privacy
I don't walk if I can ride the beat
But wouldn't you though? Don't lie to me
Of course you would, catapult syllables
Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa
Magical, sorcerer goods
Steal from the rich put more in the hood
Natural, born with a wood
 [bad word] 'em all, I'm right above 'em all
Drink a Bud tall, get a buzz and fall
 [bad word] with a [bad word] with a sluggish crawl
Chug till I can't chug at all
Not a frat boy, I'm a rap boy
In Hollywood, like Aykroyd
But I read my script with a southern draw
 [bad word] home when mother calls
Cause mother's got a switch
Yeah, she's a wolf too
That makes me a son of a [bad word] 

[Hook:]
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
 [bad word] gon' shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] 
(Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] 
(Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word] 
Oh my god, that's some funky [bad word]