Lyrics:

I learned the lessons of survival of a rival when l'ze ten years old
I was so bony that I had to get the lead out
He made a muscle and I realized 'You're doomed'
It's a piss poor pair of legs that let's its ass get kicked

You better move
You better find out something better to do
You better move
You better find out something better to do

Well the people did the peace sign with the one finger
But it's not the one that you use to pull the trigger
I don't think you're funny, kissin' ass for money
Ten pins up your colon and my bowlin' ball is rollin'
I almost chili'd in my jammies when he said
'Your hair is red white and blue'
Reached in my pocket and I offered up a peace pipe
This man would not oblige and not listen to reason
Feet don't fail me now because it's freak hunting season

You better move
You better find out something better to do
You better move
You better find out something better to do

Well like Michael Jackson, say 'you gotta beat it'
Homeboys big, yeah, give him the slip
That big dummy's just not worth a shit
High step, stepchild, this ain't heaven

Well I'm small and poor, but I refuse to lose
I'm one of 13 kids, my hair is red white and blue
I been runnin' all my life
I sharpened my wit, now it cuts like a knife

You better move
You better find out something better to do
You better move
You better find out something better to do
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (x3)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Stop crying in yo' coffee, fool
You got sneakers, baby, make 'em move
You got soul, and you're super bad
They're all alike, and they're sappy and sad

Don't let 'em cross you up
Don't let 'em put you in jail
You're not a garbage dump
You're not a garbage pail
You got a right to feel alone!