Funky Shit Travis Barker & Yelawolf

[Intro]
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (F-f-f-funky shit)
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (F-f-f-funky shit)
Sitting in the back (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
You 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 baby?