[To be a little man
Should have 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 want to treat it like a playground?
Well we can joke about your take down
And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt
Like "Shut the f*ck up! Professionals are tryin' to work."
And to the people that don't feel us: F*ck em'
Don't need em', can't see em', never leave em', never loved em'
Stuff em' full of dick till the hole rips
And let em' know that's what they get for that whole shit
"Ooh my goodness, Slug went(?) up and flipped his style
I haven't really heard a mac like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still broke and I still fake the smile
Blow ahead down on my dick to a file(?The whole line?)
Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs about women
Like he must be a weak link, I know I can(or can't?) f*ck with em'
For those who want to ride, come on, climb aboard
I'ma be an asshole for as long as I'm exsord(?)
You 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"
[Suck me dry
Dot your "T's", cross your eyes
And blow me down (???) clockwise
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 Movement"
I'll keep this brief, I just want to 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 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 Movement"
From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Christina Ricci
Big ups if you bought my CD(?or brought my seed?)
Now put your hands up if you feel the music
Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"