Yo we aint here to make you dance, we're here to make you shit your pants.
We're here to blow your mind, we're here to try to slow up time/
Fuck that I'll speed it up, beat it up, find the competition and heat it up, stay weeded up/
I'll feed these verses to the masses watch 'em eat it up,
lyrics sharp they're left with bleeding guts from uneven cuts/
You can imagine even being one of Stephen's sluts! Half the day you eating nuts the other half I beat it up/
I need a "what!!" from the crowd for Yes Ya'll Power, pointing out you wallflowers that to me are all cowards/
Now that's what I call sour so how're we gonna fix it? I'll just keep spittin that sick shit then let the DJ re-mix it/
So just grab yourself a thick chick and groove to the next ballad, but before you cut a rug load up on your chef salad (inside joke)/
Now that it's said and done, we come thru and we get it done.
Not Knotty but the dreaded one, you cue the hook and let it run...
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