Key: Db major•
Verse 1
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And the music ain't supposed
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to stand still
And little bit of,
you know little bits of Negro(?)
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into the music isn't enough
Verse 2
have stuck with the original
plan: To be a little man
Should have kept it simple,
before the shit hit the fan
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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
feel us: Fuck em'
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Don't need em', can't see em', never
leave em', never loved em'
Stuff em' full of dick till the hole rips
"Ooh my goodness,
Slug went(?) up and flipped his style
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I haven't really heard a mac
like this in a while"
Bullshit! Still broke and I
still fake the smile
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Blow ahead down on my dick to
a file(?The whole line?)
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Yo, you heard Slug sing his
songs about women
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Like he must be a weak link,
I know I can(or can't?) fuck with em'
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For those who want to ride,
come on, climb aboard
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I'ma be an asshole for
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You either call my bluff or turn
the volume up
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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
Verse 3
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to put the
brakes on. He's getting old.
And if he could put the brakes on time,
he'd be coo'
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The brakes...the brakes...the brakes...the brakes...
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Verse 4
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[Slug]
Step, step, step, step,
step, step off
You know you gotta get lost because
you know your soft
Huh huh step, step, step,
step, step, stepped on
Is all you gunna get when you
try to test the Sean
You need to park that bitch
and get a starter kit
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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 buddy in a puddle of beer
Quit steppin' in my cum and get
your gum out your ear
"I heard your new song son,
yo this your year"
Why don't you run along and tell
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your girl to bring it here
You got no balance,
combined with no talent
Disgraceful, you can catch a face
full of 'fallace'
Color me callused on
a retribution tangent
How'd the love die!? How'd the hell you
cruise the magic?(?The whole line?)
These cats is lazy, layin' down on the job
I call Musab, this whole
playground'll get robbed
Those your props? Gimme that.
Your girl? Gimme that.
A three pack of Jimmy hats
I show you who the skinny mack
You can keep the change. Hit me
back when you're stable
If she give good brains she can
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 put(?) ammonia
in the bleach
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An orphanage,
So play the leach: Suck me dry
Dot your "T's", cross your eyes
And blow me down
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
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
From the top of Fiji,
to the bottom of Christina Ricci
Big ups if you bought my CD(?or brought
my seed?)
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Now put your hands up if
you feel the music
Outro 1
Movement"
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