The Bass and the Movement

And we know how to make some music

And the music ain't supposed to stand still

And little bit of, you know little bits of Negro?

Into the music isn't enough

Music is all consuming, let me tell you...

You should have stuck with the original plan: 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 wanna 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 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'

Stuff em' full of dick till the hole rips

And let em' know that's what they get for that ho 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

Go ahead and download my dick to a file

Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs about women

Like he must be a weak link, I know I can fuck with em'

For those who wanna ride, come on, climb aboard

I'ma be an asshole for as long as I'm exhorted

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"

I have a friend here who needs to put the brakes on. He's getting old.

And if he could put the brakes on time, he'd be coo'

The brakes...the brakes...the brakes...the brakes...

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

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 your girl to bring it here

You got no balance, combined with no talent

Disgraceful, you can catch a face full of phallice

Color me callused on a retribution tangent

How'd the love die!? How'd the hell you lose the magic?

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

An orphanage, I'm here to get a portion of the piece

So play the leach: Suck me dry

Dot your "T's", cross your eyes

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 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 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

Now put your hands up if you feel the music

Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"