Lyrics:

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, Sluggo 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
Go ahead and download 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'll 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 it's your year
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
How'd 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 hats, 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 to 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