You should've stuck with the original plan, to be a little man

Should've kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan

Give the kid a nipple, cause he sucks

Take the microphone from his fist, he doesn't know how to clutch

You wanna treat it like a playground

Well we can joke about your takedown

And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt

Like, "shut the fuck up, professionals are tryin to work"

And to the people that don't feel us, fuck em

Don't need em, can't see em, never leave em, never loved em

Stuffed em full of dick til the hole rips

And let em know that's what they get for that ho shit

Oh my goodness, Sluggle went and flipped his style

I haven't really heard a mack like this in a while

Bullshit, still broke and I still fake the smile

Throw your head down my dick to a file (?)

Yo you heard Slug sing his songs about women

LIke he must be a weakling, I know I can fuck with him

For those that wanna ride, come on, climb aboard

I'mma be an asshole for as long as I'm exorted (?)



Either call my bluff or turn the volume up

And make noise for the women that swallow stuff

And put your hands up if you feel the music

Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement...



Step step step step step off, you know you gotta get lost

Because you know you soft

Step step step step stepped on, is all you gonna get when you try to

test the Sean

You need to park that bitch, and get a starter kit

You might as well hire me to come write your shit

At least then nobody you know who you bit

It won't hurt so much when they don't like your shit

Silly puddy in the puddle of beer

Quit steppin in my cum and get your gum out your ear

I heard your new song son, yo this hear

Why don't you go run along and tell your girl to bring it here

You got no balance, combined with no talent

Disgraceful, you could catch a face full of phallus

Color me callous, on a retribution tangent

Howd the love die, how the hell'd you lose the magic

These cats is lazy, layin down on they job

I'll call Musab, this whole playground'd get robbed

Are those your props? (Gimme that) Your girl? (Gimme that)

A 3-pack of Jimmy, I'll show you who the skinny mack

You can keep the change, hit me back when you're stable

IF she give good brains she could play with the halo

Don't worry you're in good hands, I'm a good man

Misunderstood, nah, just sick of the program

I only speak with ammonia and the bleach

The orphanage, I'm here to give a portion to the peace

So play the least, suck me dry

Dot your t's, cross your i's

And blow me counterclockwise



So either call my bluff or turn the volume up

And make noise for the women that swallow stuff

And put your hands up if you feel the music

Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement



I'll keep this brief, I just wanna say peace

And be quiet if you love the police

Now put your hands up if you feel the music

Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement



So either call my bluff or turn the volume up

And make noise for the women that swallow stuff

And put your hands up if you feel the music

Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement



From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Christina Ricci

Big ups if you bought my cd

Now put your hands up if you feel the music

Cause all that matters is the bass and the movement