a furry voiceover of Chamillionaire's Ridin' Dirty and Weird Al Yankovic's White and Nerdy. Produced by Togo the Sled Dog.

lyrics:

(hook)
They see me postin' my LJ
They trollin', they're tryin' to catch me ridin' furry
tryin' to catch me ridin' furry, tryin' to catch me ridin' furry
tryin' to catch me ridin' furry, tryin' to catch me ridin' furry
My music's pawed out, I'm scritchin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' furry
tryin' to catch me ridin' furry, tryin' to catch me ridin' furry
tryin' to catch me ridin' furry, tryin' to catch me ridin' furry

All the fanboys think they can see me pounce
I'm striped so it ain't easy to be found
When you see me ride by they can hear the sound
All my dawgs in my car, it look like a pound
Ride with a new vixen and she know
Next to the orange Nintendo Wiimote is a ball bat and a stack of C-notes
Leave a furbasher six feet deep, yo
Boy you ain't know, I'm crazy like Crazy Yote
I ain't tryin' to poke and make Mom a granny
Collar real tight so I pull in fannies
All the burned furs, naw they can't stand me
Music turned all the way up with the drum 'n bass
Before you hatin on the fandom, better contemplate
Cause you mess with us furs we gone run in your place and we be whippin' you with Pixy Stix, one to your face
And one to your waist, the end is sawed
Music real loud, we breakin' the law
Strap at least twice, never hit it raw
Pounce from behind and you will get clawed
Windows up cause my phone is ringin'
Scion switching lanes, whose lights are blinkin?
This the CAFA click when we out and minglin'
Know furries in every city except Brinkley, but I still ain't sinkin'

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I been scritchin' and huggin' nuzzlin' drunk cause a furry still buzzin'
I gotta get to home 'fore the fanboys scope this tricked-out Scion flyin' all up on the highway
Tigga been sippin on Crown Royal like a round or two, the Mountain Dew we pound it too
Doin a hundred while I empty the stick
And open another one quick, we livin like we ain't givin a yiff
I got a plushie in my right hand, MDX in my lap mixed up with gin
Pour a tigga cup, then drink again
Comin pretty deep, me and my fur friends
I gotta get to PC
Wanted by the Second Life and I got heat, log in Rainbow Tiger club we creep creep
Type Type hope the goons don't see me, on a low key
We don't regard Something Awful, dodge 'em like yiff em all
But I won't get caught up in LiveJournal drama for none of y'all
Keep a tail in car, and a flow that's raw, and represent the paw, when I buy the bar
Ready or not we gone take these suckers down a voiceover by Bucktown

(hook)