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Atmosphere Miscellaneous Bass And The Movement 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 |
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