Atmosphere: Bass and the movement

You should've stuck with the original plan, to be a little manShould've kept it simple, before the shit hit the fanGive the kid a nipple, cause he sucksTake the microphone from his fist, he doesn't know how to clutchYou wanna treat it like a playgroundWell we can joke about your takedownAnd let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirtLike, "shut the fuck up, professionals are tryin to work"And to the people that don't feel us, fuck emDon't need em, can't see em, never leave em, never loved emStuffed em full of dick til the hole ripsAnd let em know that's what they get for that ho shitOh my goodness, Sluggo went and flipped his styleI haven't really heard a mack like this in a whileBullshit, still broke and I still fake the smileGo ahead and download my dick to a fileYo you heard Slug sing his songs about womenLike he must be a weakling, I know I can fuck with himFor those that wanna ride, come on, climb aboardI'mma be an asshole for as long as I'm exorted (?)Either call my bluff or turn the volume upAnd make noise for the women that swallow stuffAnd put your hands up if you feel the musicCause all that matters is the bass and the movement...Step step step step step off, you know you gotta get lostBecause you know you softStep step step step stepped on, is all you gonna get when you try to test the SeanYou need to park that bitch, and get a starter kitYou might as well hire me to come write your shitAt least then nobody'll know who you bitIt won't hurt so much when they don't like your shitSilly puddy in the puddle of beerQuit steppin in my cum and get your gum out your earI heard your new song son, yo it's your yearWhy don't you go run along and tell your girl to bring it hereYou got no balance, combined with no talentDisgraceful, you could catch a face full of phallusColor me callous, on a retribution tangentHow'd the love die, how the hell'd you lose the magicThese cats is lazy, layin down on they jobI'll call Musab, this whole playground'd get robbedAre those your props? (Gimme that) Your girl? (Gimme that)A 3-pack of Jimmy hats, I'll show you who the skinny mackYou can keep the change, hit me back when you're stableIF she give good brains she could play with the haloDon't worry you're in good hands, I'm a good manMisunderstood, nah, just sick of the programI only speak to ammonia and the bleachThe orphanage, I'm here to give a portion to the peaceSo play the least, suck me dryDot your t's, cross your i'sAnd blow me counterclockwiseSo 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 musicCause all that matters is the bass and the movementI'll keep this brief, I just wanna say peaceAnd be quiet if you love the police Now put your hands up if you feel the musicCause all that matters is the bass and the movementSo either call my bluff or turn the volume upAnd make noise for the women that swallow stuffAnd put your hands up if you feel the musicCause all that matters is the bass and the movementFrom the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Christina RicciBig ups if you bought my cdNow put your hands up if you feel the musicCause all that matters is the bass and the movement