Sitting in the Annotateback (Oh my god). S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit). [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 shit 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 bitch. Ooo got to have it. (boss) Yelawolf pick a thing. On a pekingese bitch 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 I run up on it like a cheetah. Wanna ride a beat right above that?ll be the day.. Put you up shit 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. Trunk 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 shit). (Oh my god that's some funky shit). (Oh my god that's some funky shit). Oh my god that's some funky shit. [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? Fuck you dude". Well fuck you too. ? with a backpack. I'll bust your fruit. I'm all about constructing 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 drumroll 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 fuckin' 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. Trunk 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 shit). (Oh my god that's some funky shit). (Oh my god that's some funky shit). Oh my god that's some funky shit. [Verse 3:]. Yeah why stop now?. Put 'em in the trunk. 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. Fuck 'em all I'm right above 'em all. But you could butt talk if a ? fall. Outrun with a motherfucker 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 drawl. I run home when mother calls. Cause mother's got a switch. Yeah she's a wolf too. That makes me a son of a bitch. [Hook]. Sitting in the back with the bass on boom. Trunk 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 shit). (Oh my god that's some funky shit). (Oh my god that's some funky shit). Oh my god that's some funky shit