I walk in the room, go boom boom boom Jump in my car, go zoom zoom zoom Call you on the phone say yo yo yo I get to your house time to go go go Time to hit the party say yes yes yes Are we ever gonna sleep say no no no Looking at your face, say what what what Kiss you on the lips, smack your butt butt butt Hand me my drink time to say say say No time to work, time to play play play Don't wanna play golf, no putt putt putt Feel like I gotta bust a nut nut nut Feel like Santa yelling ho ho ho Just got paid, spending dough dough dough It's after 10 o'clock, hit the club club club Before we do that, hit the pub pub pub Getting kinda ready to fly fly fly Singing Johnny Gill kinda my my my Getting low, taking shots, shots, shots Don't wanna see no cops cops cops Feelin good, need more shots shots shots Quit partying? Probably not not not On the agenda tonight: fun fun fun Party until the world is done done done Party like its one nine nine nine The fun in the world is all mine mine mine Tomorrow its back to work work work On the floor doing cool jerk jerk jerk Dropping all the bills bills bills Popping all the pills pills pills Drinking all the drinks drinks drinks Enjoying all the hijinks jinks jinks Get out there bust a move move move In my heart is the groove groove groove It's time of the day to be free free free Too many drinks gotta pee pee pee Club's clearing out, get some food food food Not ready to kill my mood mood mood The night's almost at an end end end Get some sleep, get up, do it again gain gain

All my neighbors went to Afroman They didn't take me, not part of the plan Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't the one Let's get high and make our own fun 1, 2, 3 and to the four Indo, four beers, out the door Feeling funny, looking for the metro This shit's not rap, it's electro Mulatto, albino, mosquito, libido Han shot first, down goes Greedo Roll to the church in your new tuxedo Lookin like Borat in a fuckin speedo Fritos, Funyons, pizza no onions Cutting shit down like I was Paul Bunyan Jamming on the one I ain't done with the fun, hun Son hand me all those sticky buns Not a dry run, I'm not a hired gun Getting my tan in the midnight sun My shit's so heavy, it weighs a metric fuckton All my neighbors went to Afroman They didn't take me, not part of the plan Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't the one Let's get high and make our own fun I'm not an alcoholic, I just drink a lot I'm not a drug addict, I just smoke a lot I'm not a sex addict, I just fuck a lot I'm not a fat rhymer, I just scheme a lot I'm not a Sandman, I just dream a lot I'm not Limp Bizkit, I just rock a lot I'm not machine, I just rage a lot It's not a revolution, I just fuck shit up Like Afroman, we're about to get high Like R. Kelly, we believe we can fly Like Ben Grimm, we're about to get stoned Like Skeletor, we're about to get boned Like Amy Winehouse, we're about to get drunk Like the Clash, we're about to get punk Like Ron Jeremy, we're about to get fucked Like a black hole, we're about to get sucked All my neighbors went to Afroman They didn't take me, not part of the plan Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't the one Let's get high and make our own fun Don't laugh at me, come laugh with me Then I'll turn it around and have you thinking Then I'll turn it around and have you drinking Then I'll turn it around and have the ladies winking Then I'll turn it around and have you lip syncing Then I'll turn it around and have you rethinking Then I'll turn it around and have your ego shrinking Then I'll make you shit your pants and you'll be stinking Don't scoff at me, come drink with me Then we'll go to Black Cat and start dancing Then we'll find food trucks and start eating Then we'll find some brats and commence to beating We'll get Michael Cera and start tiny prancing Then we'll go to Quarry House and keep on drinking Then we'll go to Japone and start singing Then we'll go to Cloisters and start fucking All my neighbors went to Afroman They didn't take me, not part of the plan Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't the one Let's get high and make our own fun

A to the B to the C to the D to the E to the F to the G To the 1, 2, 3, you and me, he and she Her and him, Jane & Jim, Jack & Jill Bill & Hill, let's get ill Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled rolling papers Down at the corner store Dime bag, zig zag, Phillie blunt More fucking more fucking more Rubber baby buggy bumpers Flubber baby snuggy dumpers Pretty baby tourist humpers Shitty baby forrest gumpers Squier like Billy, Steve like Perry AC to the DC in Washington DC My mammoth is wooly, my jacket is fleecy When I was a kid I knew Ryan Creecy I saw Susie sitting in a shoe shine shop Where she sits, she hits When she hits she shines When she shines, she dreams When she dreams, she screams It's not about morality, it's all about reality Leavin shit behind, bustin out my mind Steppin over the line, snortin the line Swinging on vines, be kind rewind Steppin on land mines, feeling fine Being blind, outta wine Outta my mind, outta time Outta my mind, out of time Next is the next is the next is the E Floggy Molly is just a hobby holly MDMA got you feeling like a champion Getting super ill like King's Charles Campion To sit in solemn silence in a dull dark dock In a pestilential prison with a life long lock I scream, you scream, we all scream for nice dreams I cream, you cream, we all cream for tight genes She sells seashells down by the seashore She sells crack out the back of the seashell store Don't come before 10 o'clock, do the special knock She gotta glock, she got rock in stock She's a fox in some socks, ants in her pants She'll make a little love, she'll do a little dance When tweedle beetles battle in a bottle with a paddle It's a tweedle beetle paddle puddle bottle battle It's not about morality, it's all about reality Leavin shit behind, bustin out my mind Steppin over the line, snortin the line Swinging on vines, be kind rewind Steppin on land mines, feeling fine Being blind, outta wine Outta my mind, outta time Outta my mind, out of time Can you can a can as a canner can Can a can? My dealer is a woman, yours is a man Bills, bills, bills, wham bam thank you man Snorting weed, smoking lines, dropping tabs, getting pissed Fuck you Harris, I do exist My agent said my moneys in Security First and National Trust But I can't pay attention cuz I'm on that dust What the shit am I talking about My brain is on walkabout I got 99 for my Klout Shout, shout, let it all out Shout, shout, heavyweight bout, got no doubt Gwen Stefani, jam on it, ride the pony, Mony Mony Hey, hey what, get laid get fucked This song izdashit, check out my gravel pit It's not about morality, it's all about reality Leavin shit behind, bustin out my mind Steppin over the line, snortin the line Swinging on vines, be kind rewind Steppin on land mines, feeling fine Being blind, outta wine Outta my mind, outta time Outta my mind, out of time How much pot could a pot roast toast If a pot roast could get roasted How much toast could a toastmaster toast If a toastmaster could get toasted How can a clan cram in a clean cream can How can the clan konklave in the cream corn How can Kimberly Kane profit off of web porn How can I get a crest on my head like Michael Dorn (he played Worff on Star Trek) How much woodchuck could a woodchuck drink If a woodchuck could drink woodchuck fuck How many boards could the Mongols hoard If the Mongol hordes got bored Mushroom mountain, chocolate fountain Tip drill, road kill, Beverly Hills, purple pills I've been to the motherfucking mountaintop Watching panties drop, escapin the cops, using visine eye drops It's not about morality, it's all about reality Leavin shit behind, bustin out my mind Steppin over the line, snortin the line Swinging on vines, be kind rewind Steppin on land mines, feeling fine Being blind, outta wine Outta my mind, outta time Outta my mind, out of time Time, time, time, time Twisted, twisted, twisted, twisted Sister, sister, sister, sister Brother, brother, brother, brother Father, father, father, father Mother, mother, mother, mother Fucker, fucker, fucker, fucker Uh ah, uh uh ah Uh ah, uh uh ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I've been to the motherfucking mountain top I've been to the motherfucking mountain top I've been to the motherfucking mountain top I've been to the motherfucking mountain top Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Like Peter Parker, it's time to swing You can't comprehend the misery I bring Like Bruce fucking banner, it's time to smash My words go boom, my words go crash I can see through your shit, like you were Sue Storm You ain't got style, you ain't got form Like Ororo Munroe, I ride the wind Weak-ass rappers? You started that trend Like Johnny Storm, it's time to flame on In the game of life you're just a pawn Bringing down the hammer like I was Don Blake Your soul I'll steal, your spirit I'll break As if you were Reed Richards, stretchin the truth Your fans go bye, your friends go poof My rhymes fly over your head like Norrin Radd I don't hate your flow, it just makes me sad Bigger, faster, stronger more You already lost when you walked through the door Smarter, wiser, better, best You think you're the shit, but you're just like the rest It's clobberin time like my name was Ben Grimm You need to hit the track, you need to hit the gym I'ma make you start drinkin like Tony Stark Gonna lose your ass like Indy lost the ark Coming back from the dead like I was Jean Grey You're stepping on stage like it's casual Friday Fists like Danny Rand, skin like Luke Cage You're growing any anger, you're growing my rage Like Bruce Wayne, I'm make your night dark Blowin up your world like Kent to the Clark Like Dick Grayson, you never get the spotlight You're hiding back stage, crying with stage fright Like Barbara Gordon, you got no legs Eatin green ham, eatin green eggs All ladies treat you like they were Kate Kane Your love life is circlin the drain Bigger, faster, stronger more You already lost when you walked through the door Smarter, wiser, better, best You think you're the shit, but you're just like the rest I'ma make you tell the truth like Diana Prince Who loves me more? Your own fucking parents Like Barry Allen, I'm running past your ass You can't Punch Out even fucking Joe Glass I'm Hal Jordan, this is my space Get out of my face, get out of my place You got no power, you got no wish Like Arthur Curry, you can talk to fish As if you were Alec Holland, sleepin in the muck You're all outta time, you're all outta luck Like Ted Kord, you're about to get capped Your own fuckin friends stab you in the back Using acronyms like Billy Batson I'm H.A.M., T.R.O.Y., what son? Like Oliver Queen, I'm hitting bullseyes Your rhymes are so shitty, they're covered with flies Bigger, faster, stronger more You already lost when you walked through the door Smarter, wiser, better, best You think you're the shit, but you're just like the rest

The kids of today should defend themselves against the 1980s It's not reality, just mass-marketed sentimentality Flipping through the channels and I'm almost done Find I love the fucking 80s on Vh1 Sweet like honey-dripped triple chocolate cake Bullshit nostalgia, served up nice and fake What they don't tell you is the movies sucked Try expanding your mind and your ass was fucked What they don't tell you is the music sucked A few good artists, a whole lot of junk Whitney Houston, Phil Collins, some kind of curse What they don't tell you was the tv was worse Superstation reruns of Gomer Pyle and Ralph Malph Stupid, racist and that little guy Alf...wait, I liked Alf Gordon Gekko said that greed is good On the backs of the poor his followers stood That Wendy's lady said where is the beef A b movie actor was commander in chief Wax on, wax off, I'll be back Like, oh my god, Grody to the max Nancy Reagan said just say no No to the broke, no to the low Seriously, in 1981 the Reagan USDA declared that ketchup and pickle relish were vegetables for the purposes of cutting nutrition in the school lunch program The kids of today should defend themselves against the 1980s It's not reality, just pre-packaged sentimentality They bombed Honduras, bomb, bombed Grenada Sold us crack, the smack came later They bombed Libya, bomb, bombed Iran Ignored AIDS, Bush was the man They bombed Panama, bomb, bombed Iraq Made us all afraid of a nuclear attack They bombed the media, bomb, bombed the airwaves Tried to turn us all into mental slaves They killed John Lennon, Marvin Gaye dead They killed Andy Kaufman, John Belushi dead They killed Bob Marley, Ian Curtis dead They killed television, radio is dead They killed the movies, art is dead They killed D Boon, Phil Lynott dead They killed Gilda Radner, Andy Warhol dead They killed Alfred Hitchcock, they let Ronald Reagan live? Seriously? The adults of today should defend themselves against the 1980s VH1's not reality, just mother fucking sentimentality It won't work for you, it didn't work for us A little bit of shiny, and a whole lot of rust The kids of today should defend themselves against the 1980s It's not reality, just mass-marketed pre-packaged mother-fucking freeze-dried vacuum-packed state-of-the-art high-concept super-sized cutting-edge long-lasting fast-acting oven-ready ready-to-wear built-to-last user-friendly toll-free bite-sized fully-equipped order now don't delay act now or forever rest in pieces ...sentimentality Help me, I've fallen and I can't get up

1, 2...izdashit 3, 4...izdashit Professor Rex...izdashit The name of this song...izdashit Chuck D...izdashit Being free...izdashit KRS-One...izdashit All o' my sons...izdashit Scooby doo...izdashit Spongebob, too...izdashit Walking dead...izdashit Lizz Winstead...izdashit Rum and DP...izdashit No more CDs...izdashit Vintage vinyl...izdashit NBA Finals...izdashit Lee Camp...izdashit 11 on my amp...izdashit Elon James White...izdashit Saturday night...izdashit Garofalo...izdashit Playing in the snow...izdashit Pirate bay...izdashit Cassius Clay...izdashit I have a little time To bust a few rhymes It's not a crime Ain't payin no fine Ain't doin no time This shit's all mine This is the way We like to flow This is the way To save my soul This is the way We like to do it The name o' this song...izdashit Pulp Fiction...izdashit Starting a little friction...izdashit Rubbing her hips...izdashit Licking her lips...izdashit Dark Tower...izdashit People power...izdashit Purple rain...izdashit Bring the pain...izdashit Blazing saddles...izdashit Zombie battles...izdashit Thirstbuster...izdashit Spicy mustard...izdashit The X-Men...izdashit All my friends...izdashit Gravity bong...izdashit This fucking song...izdashit Helter skelter...izdashit Fucking bomb shelter...izdashit Off the Wall...izdashit All a y'all...izdashit I have a little time To bust a few rhymes It's not a crime Ain't payin no fine Ain't doin no time This shit's all mine This is the way We like to flow This is the way To save my soul This is the way We like to do it The name o' this song...izdashit

You can Just Do It. You know I'm lovin' it. You can just hurt it. You know I'm stabbing it A diamond is forever. A little dab'll do ya! Armor piercing bullets'll run right through ya Have it your way. Home of the Whopper. Get your batteries topped with the copper They keep going and going and going and going Our bombs keep blowing and blowing and blowing and blowing It takes a licking and keeps on ticking. Keep on fighting, keep on kicking Melts in your mouth, not in your hands. Kill the enemy like you're playing Rock Band Raid Kills Bugs Dead Knives kill kids dead Guns kill men dead Bombs kill countries dead This is what you're dreaming of This is what you wanna do This is what you gotta do This is what they tell you to This is what they make you do This is what you're dreaming of This is what you wanna do This is what you gotta do This is what they tell you to This is what they make you do GE, We bring good things to life. But not today, hide your kids, hide your wife Bounty towels, The quick picker upper Laser-guided bunker-buster Silly Rabbit, Trix are for Kids Silly Rabbit, ak's are for kids Silly Rabbit, claymores are for kids Silly Rabbit, its all for the kids Think outside the bun Think inside the gun Give a hoot, don't pollute You surrender, I'm still gonna shoot What would you do for a Klondike bar What would you do for a brand new car What would you do for a MAC-10 What would you do to make sure that you win This is what you're dreaming of This is what you wanna do This is what you gotta do This is what they tell you to This is what they make you do This is what you're dreaming of This is what you wanna do This is what you gotta do This is what they tell you to This is what they make you do Tastes great, less filling More death, more killing It's Miller time, It's killer time Obey your thirst, do your worst Got Milk? Snap! Crackle! Pop! White phosphorus, Good to the last drop Be all that you can be Burn all that you can see Two all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onions on a sesame seed bun Two hundred dead kids laying on the ground Rough shots from my big bad gun Betcha can't eat just one Betcha can't shoot just one Betcha can't kill just one Betcha can't drop just one bomb This is what you're dreaming of This is what you wanna do This is what you gotta do This is what they tell you to This is what they make you do This is what you're dreaming of This is what you wanna do This is what you gotta do This is what they tell you to This is what they make you do This is what you're dreaming of This is what you wanna do This is what you gotta do This is what they tell you to This is what they make you do This is what they make you do

We're not all meant to be a parent We're not all meant to give our consent We're not all meant to be a spouse We're not all meant to own a house We're not all meant to join the trends We're not all meant to break or bend We're not all meant to wear a uniform We're not all meant to hide from the storm We're not all meant to wear a nametag We're not all meant to salute your flag We're not all meant to follow the leader We're not all meant to be mind readers We're not all meant to do what we're told We're not all meant to be bought and sold We're not all meant to act our age We're not all meant to hold back our rage What are we meant to be What are we meant to see What are we meant to say What are we gonna do today We're not all meant to watch the Superbowl We're not all meant to jump in the fox hole We're not all meant to eat a Big Mac We're not all meant to earn the 20-year plaque We're not all meant to own a dog We're not all meant to live in a fog We're not all meant to wear a tie We're not all meant to float on till we die We're not all meant to live in a small town We're not all meant to always back down We're not all meant to stay in one place We're not all meant to date only one race We're not all meant to pray to your God We're not all meant to live on Cape Cod We're not all meant to shop at Wal-Mart We're not all meant to play a bit part What are we meant to be What are we meant to see What are we meant to say What are we gonna do today We are all meant to have free thought We are all meant to foil the plot We are all meant to knock the walls down We are all meant to become a proper noun We are all meant to hop the globe We are all meant to use our frontal lobe We are all meant to push the limits We are all meant to make the pivot We are all meant to expand our minds We are all meant to taste the wine We are all meant to dance in the rain We are all meant to do it again We are all meant to run the race We are all meant for first place/last place We are all meant to graduate We are all meant to play with fate What are we meant to be What are we meant to see What are we meant to say What are we gonna do today We are all meant to be free We are all meant to describe what we see We are all meant to want equality We are all meant to scream like a banshee We are all meant to help the poor We are all meant to get up off the floor We are all meant to break some ground We are all meant to rebound and rebound We are all meant to tell our story We are all meant to strive for glory We are all meant to wow the crowd We are all meant to speak real loud We are all meant to be real odd We are all meant to be real flawed We are all meant to change the world We are all meant to change the world What are we meant to be What are we meant to see What are we meant to say What are we gonna do today What are we meant to be What are we meant to see What are we meant to say What are we gonna do today

You made yourself a slave to the man You made yourself a slave to beer can You made yourself a slave to the crack You made yourself a slave to the payback You made yourself a slave to herd You made yourself a slave to wrong words You made yourself a slave to hate You made yourself a slave to going rate You made yourself a slave to grass You made yourself a slave to wrong ass You made yourself a slave to vd You made yourself a slave to tv You made yourself a slave to grind You made yourself a slave to wrong minds You made yourself a slave to a fake god You made yourself a slave to the cash wad Get up, get up, get up, get up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Stand up, stand up, stand up, stand up ...and get down What's the price you pay for being a slave What's the price you pay for the roads you don't pave What's the price you pay for being cool What's the price you pay for being a fool What's the price you pay for being dumb What's the price you pay for getting some What's the price you pay for being asleep What's the price you pay for not making a peep What's the price you pay for being greedy What's the price you pay for ignoring the needy What's the price you pay for hating the ladies What's the price you pay for not feeding the babies What's the price you pay for being numb What's the price you pay for dropping the bomb What's the price you pay for being a slave What's the price you pay for the lives you don't save Get up, get up, get up, get up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Stand up, stand up, stand up, stand up ...and get down It destroys your goals to be such a fool It steals your soul to be such a fool It eats your mind to be such a fool It burns your eyes blind to be such a fool It ends your schemes to be such a fool It crushes your dreams to be such a fool It costs you your name to be such a fool It makes you lame to be such a fool It takes all your power to be such a fool It makes you a coward to be such a fool It cuts you like a knife to be such a fool It ends your fucking life to be such a fool It spends all your ends to be such a fool It drives away all your friends to be such a fool It makes you a slave to be such a fool It drives you to your fucking grave to be such a fool Get up, get up, get up, get up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Stand up, stand up, stand up, stand up ...and get down

I step up to the mic and it's time to teach the class I'm here to drop some science bout the present, future, past This is T. Rex's Guide to Life This is dedicated to the heroes in my life Professor Rex is here to dispel your illusions Like Obama's election I'll shatter your delusions You people get your info from all the wrong places Give your respect to all the wrong faces The first thing you do is turn off your tv The world wide web is the place you need to be Freedom of information that's the key That bland corporate truth will eat you like a zombie 28 days later you still don't know the truth Bible beaters got you rejectin the proof Global warming, evolution, science and logic Ignorant neocons say it's nothin but a trick The second thing you need to do is learn to free your mind The history book's written for the blind by the blind The things they teach you in school in reality The lies they feed you defy all morality They leave out the people who really took a chance White washing history in ethnocentric rants Dumb-ass textbooks are a waste of your day Get with the people, hear what they got to say The third thing you do is put down your credit card Close up your wallet, put up your guard Quit buying shit that you don't need Fuck the joneses, kill the greed The whole world's tryin to make you consumer But that shit'll rot your brain just like a tumor Evil is the root of all money Kills more people than crack, this shit ain't funny The fourth thing you need to do is learn to use your power It's democracy, don't vote then you're a coward On election day, get out the vote Shake up the system and rock the boat American idiot? Man that's too nice George fucking Bush got elected twice Don't get started, I know he stole that shit The vote was too close, that's how he jacked it The fifth thing you do is kill all that noise Drop the propaganda, learn some fuckin poise You spend all day on imaginary problems Like you're worried bout ogres and goblins Communists and terrorists aint comin to get you Our biggest global problem is your short-sighted views Racism, sexism, hatred and poverty Open up your eyes and learn to see The next thing you need to do is start making love Gettin love and givin love If I ruled the world, people'd fuck every day It wouldn't even matter if you're bi, straight or gay Everybody needs to get laid more And stop calling sexual women fucking whores The more sex we get the more relaxed we are We stop blowin kids up in imperialistic wars The last thing you do is get up off your butt Get out the house, get out of the rut America needs you, and the world does, too There's so much shit that we gotta do We can't leave this mess for future generations We gotta overcome our doubts and frustrations We need your help to make the world a better place Till you get up off your ass, I'm gonna be in your face!

(War ina) Yes Yes (War ina) People get ready Feel the pressure drop Make your body pop (War ina) Yes Yes (War ina) People get ready Feel the pressure drop Make your body pop There's a war on the streets A war for these beats A war for some food A war for some crude The powers that be Try to divide us But they won't stop us They can't deny us Get up off your couch And just do something The power is within you You'll be stopped by nothing Do it yourself DIY Then we get together And we're all gonna fly No matter how hard they try They can't stop us now There's too many of us They can't make us all bow The harder they come The harder they'll fall A storm is coming It's much bigger than a squall The thunder is coming And so is the rain Keep oppressing us We're gonna bring the pain We're gonna stand up And shout out our names The time has ended For playing your games (Welcome) I wanna welcome all the people From all around the world From the old men and women To the little boys and girls We're gonna have a party And it's never gonna stop We're gonna rise up And we're never gonna drop Spreading knowledge and facts While having a good time This time is yours this time is mine From street to street And block to block Punk, reggae, indie And hip hop They control the TV And the radio Tell us what to think Tell us what to know Tell us who to love Tell us who to hate But we won't listen Tearin down that gate I hate you for your dollars You hate me for my color I hate you for your splendor You hate me for my gender I hate you for your country You hate me cuz you're hungry I hate where you're from You hate that we're numb I hate that you're unbridled You hate that I'm entitled I hate who you love You hate all of the above We're gonna stop this hate Before it gets too late Rump barump barumpbabump Rump barump barumpbabump (It's sipple out deh) Be careful (We slide out deh) Get a grip (Oh yeah) When come pride Then cometh shame Honour shall uphold The humble in name It's not about me It's not about you Lift us all up Is what we gotta do I'll never get tired Of fighting your lies We won't quit Till we grasp the prize Day after day I spread the word My speech is always clear And never slurred (War ina) Yes Yes (War ina) People get ready Feel the pressure drop Make your body pop There's a war on the streets A war for these beats A war for some food A war for some crude The powers that be Try to divide us But they won't stop us They can't deny us (A, oh yeah) No matter how hard they try They can't stop us now There's too many of us They can't make us all bow The harder they come The harder they'll fall A storm is coming It's much bigger than a squall The thunder is coming And so is the rain Keep oppressing us We're gonna bring the pain We're gonna stand up And shout out our names The time has ended For playing your games I wanna welcome all the people From all around the world From the old men and women To the little boys and girls We're gonna have a party And it's never gonna stop We're gonna rise up And we're never gonna drop Spreading knowledge and facts While having a good time This time is yours This time is mine From street to street And block to block Punk, reggae, indie And hip hop Rump barump barumpbabump Rump barump barumpbabump (It's sipple out deh) Be careful (We slide out deh) Get a grip (Oh yeah) Rump barump barumpbabump Rump barump barumpbabump (It's sipple out deh) Be careful (We slide out deh) Get a grip (Oh yeah)