Are you ready baby?
Are you ready?
Get the fuck up!!
Let me hear some noise!!
Theres definatly not enough people on the fucking floor
Theres definatly not enough people on the fucking floor
You people come on
Get up, get up!!
They just let us go
Mouth moving but I don't hear the words that you say
But mish mosh, I'm gonna bring them on my cycle
Hallways, my ways, I rub em down like a dial
Jones, I bust these microphones, I dont exagerate
Keep the rythem, only speak about the shit I hate
Dont hate your people, just the dudes, the attitudes
Loose the attitude, and I wont be fucking mad at you
But if you're biting, they'll be fighting, kid
I'm sorta likeing what you're stealing, your open wound style, leaves em healing
Checked out by my flow, I'm glad you know
Behind this point I got the phattest fuckin lines yo
You feel the tension, the eyeballs in your socket
You got be hittin everytime we rock it, you cant stop it
You like the ways that we live it, you need it
Your demo tape, punk, I inspect it, then eject it
Who survives at the end of the day
With to much air play, huh? I'm gonna keep it all on the ground
I need your help baby
Get up, get up!!
Cambodia
What do you know about this, punk
Who's hot, who's not
Who, who?
Who's hot, who's not
They just let us go
Mouth moving but I don't hear the words that you say
Cant get laid, G
Best describe the impaction
You takin no satisfaction
You take it back, that was you doin back in 82
When we were inchin just for a thought for your mental
Fall out, shelter, helter, skelter, the J ball bet ya, the beetle upset ya
But im an easy rider like I'm Henry Finda, the king from bizkit
The flows beyond your mental highways, my path you cant stop
The unexpected, so check your road block
Oh black walla, keep on rollin, cuz this mic is mine
And I'll keep it shining on your head
Do you feel it?
Then get up, get up!!
Cambodia
What do you know about this, punk
Who's hot, who's not
Who, who?
Who's hot, who's not
Who's hot.........................
