Bass And The Movement Lyrics

Bass And The Movement lyrics

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