Lyrics:
Grab a seat and watch me abuse the kids like a catholic priest. I’ll have a mental lapse and tweak, blast a beat, and show up to a double XL cypher with
like a J from
The buns like I'm Stevie
You cats can get fucked up
For trying to see T
These fuck niggas fake I should buy em a fifi
Fee fi fo fum I'm
Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state
with my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans,
my silver piece of shit
Playlist full of Korn, Slipknot, and Limp Bizkit
Didn't know what to do besides get lost in you
I'll think about that drive
wrigglin' meat fitter
Gold medal ho hitter
Blue ribbon pink tickler
Lil' Shank, plug that puss!
Tighten up baby
'cause I'm startin' to push
When it comes
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, oh
Get up, get get, get down
You
Im not crazy
Am I
Lets find out
Ready set
Go go go go go
Genre uncharted
My style the smartest
But I like to get stupid
When I step in
that strange?
Seeing a kid my age
Play drums in a band
On MTV
Was mad inspiring
It taught me that I didn't
Have to wait to grow up
To start writing
wanna throw up
I’m doing fine. I’m totally fine
Wait. Nope, that’s anxiety
I’m doing fine. This is all fine
Sometimes commercials make me weep
We’re doing
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, oh
Get up, get get, get down
You
trying to move
I don't turn on Korn to get it on
I be playing Jimi Hendrix 'til the dawn
That's my word is bond
Sitting up on my front lawn
Got
for the millennium
Are you ready? Then get the fuck up (woo-ha)
Who's hot, who's not?
Where you at? Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville
Columbia,
for the millennium
Are you ready? Then get the fuck up (woo-ha)
Who's hot, who's not?
Where you at? Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville
Columbia,
yeah
Get by get high yeah yeah
Get by get by yeah yeah
Aye mane
Im bout to
Take flight
I get up
Out in
Orbit
Everywhere
Atomic
She feelin
On my stomach
getting old
So I'll sow my korn by the Helmet in the Bush
And in the meantime I want you all to help me push
With the Tool of intolerance I'm ready
ride for free
so get up out my shit.
Chorus
Verse Three: Mia X
All you niggaz talkin bout bounce that ass this ain't no free
Yoo Shotta
Just warn dem before me Korn dem
Shotta Beat Up Shotta Beat Up
Shotta Beat Up Shotta Beat Up
Shotta beat Up the Calico
Make the boy brain
niggas, what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga (bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off,
niggas, what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga (bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off,
, get up, get up, get up)
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)
Many years go by
We've been in love
You play like it's all on your table
Check this
Waking up aggravated
Stupid shit man I hate it
Bitches lyin' bitches cryin'
Suicidal get in line
Gettin' mine bouncin' freaks
where
Everyone get on my nuts
I high-five everyone that at my window
Roll it up roll it up, roll it up
I roll it up like a long sleeve
I been buildin'
me up, it's been the opposite of luck
Misfortune
I was nine bumpin' Korn in my Sony Walkman
I was born under blood moon, red roses
Man destroys
fuckin' set
Bitch we jump up, bitch we jump up, we gotta have it
Gotta get it, we gotta get it, we gonna take it
Bitch we jump, say bitch we jump, we
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