(This is to the tune of Ice Ice Baby, but I would never steal the hook from Vanilla. Why? Cuz I'm from Mississippi, and Tenninem told me too.)

Yo, 'Sippi, Let's kick it!
M-S baby, M-S baby
All right stop, a giddy up, and listen
Lance is back with my brand new invention
Darren makes me grab my crotch tightly
Then I flow with *NSYNC, Yo daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo -- I don't know
Turn up the lights, "Here We Go"
To the extreme, I rock a chair like a vandal
Light up the stage with more thrusts, you can't handle

Dance, pyrotechnics that boom
I'm killin your brain thrustin to this pop tune
Deadly, Rubin plays a dope melody
Anything less than the best, JC beats me
Love it or leave it, hair messed Bed Head way
My hair hits the bullseye, this kid don't play
If there was a problem, Yo, I solve it
Check out Joe's book, while JC's veins dissolve it.

M-S baby, from Clinton, M-S baby, from Clinton
M-S baby, from Clinton, M-S baby, from Clinton

Now that the video's jumpin
With the BASS kicked in, the crotches all pumpin
Quick to the point, did our stunts no fakin
I'm cooking up Joey a pound of bacon
Filmin Chris, cuz he's quick and nimble
I go crazy when I see star symbols
We are puppets, with an upbeat tempo
We're on a roll, its time for Ju's solo

Rollin in our 5.0
With the ragtop down so my hair can blow
Kim Smith is on standby, wavin just to say hi
Did you stop? No- JC drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next shot
We busted left and we headed to the next block
The shot was dead

Yo -- so I continued to break the car...hope they don't sue
Kim was hot wearing less than bikinis
Psycho ex-lovers drivin Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out gettin mine
Ju in his cage, I stopped shooting by 9
Ju runs from the dogs down the hall
JC's actin ill cuz the ropes hurt his balls
Wayne's voice rang out like a bell
Its my turn I hear him yell
Fallin from the ceiling real fast
Jumped off the mat, Chris pulled his ass
Bumper to bumper the train car is packed
I'm tryin to get away before the psycho attacks
Kim Smith on the scene, you know what I mean
She passed me up, she's shootin all the train scenes
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out Joe's book, while JC's veins dissolve it

M-S baby, from Clinton, M-S baby, from Clinton
M-S baby, from Clinton, M-S baby, from Clinton

Take heed, 'cause I always say "oh shit"
Mississippi's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the BASS sound
My dead horse Toby's six feet in the ground
My fave song is called "It Makes Me Ill"
Feasible thrusts you can vision and feel
Christo started and formed, this one hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Ju's jump shot's a fade, Chris is the ninja
Joe's hair needs a razor blade, real fast, JC never says "damn"
Cuz JC is on drugs, Jerome sells it by the gram
Keep my composure when its time to get loose
Magnetized by my thrusts, while "I'm Crazy For You"
If there was a problem, Yo I'll solve it
Check out Joe's book, while JC's veins dissolve it

M-S baby, from Clinton, M-S baby, from Clinton
M-S baby, from Clinton, M-S baby, from Clinton

Yo man -- Let's get out of here! Word to my mother!

Track 2: Guilty Conscious

(Not to be confused with that song by Dre and Eminem by the same title, sure it is the same song, but the lyrics are totally different...because I'm from Mississippi)

Announcer:
Meet Christo, 28 years old. Fed up with Lou and the way things are going, he decides to rob TransCon. But on his way in he has a sudden change of heart, and suddenly his conscious comes into play...

Jim-B:
Alright stop.
Now before you do that backflip some more
And show your tat by droppin yo drawers
You betta think of the consequences

Tenninem:
Who are you?

Jim-B:
I'm your mutha fuckin conscious

Tenninem:
That's nonsense
Go in, grab for Lou's money
And run to one of your friend's cribs
Let Busta make a damn mess
And grub out like a big pig
Tell em you need a place to stay
You'll be safe for days
As long as you don't play
With those damn razor blades

Jim-B:
Yeah, but if it all goes thru
Like its supposed to
The Lou Pearlman knows you
And he'll expose you
Think about it
Before you walk in the door first

Tenninem:
Look at Lou Pearlman
He's wider than truck turns
Fuck that
Do that shit
Shoot that bitch
Can you afford to blow this shit?
Lou's fuckin rich
You think he really gives a fuck
Bout your wife and two kids?

Jim-B:
Man don't do it
It's not worth it to risk it (you're right)
Not over this shit
Stop--Rock Limp Bizkit(I will)
Don't even listen to Tenn
He's bad for you

Tenninem:
You know what Jim
I don't like your attitude.

Announcer:
Meet Joey. 23 years old. After meeting a young girl at an afterparty, things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bathroom. Once again, his conscious comes into play...

Tenninem:
Now listen to me
While you're kissin her cheek
And grabbin her glowstick
Put her ass on the sink
Now all you gotta do is
Nibble on this little teenie's earlobe

Jim-B:
Yo, this girl's only
Fifteen years old
You shouldn't take advantage of her
It's not fair

Tenninem:
Look at that tush
She loves his red hair
Fuck this bitch right here
On the sink there
Till she screams out
That's she's just happy to be there

Jim-B:
Man, ain't you ever heard
That Joey has kids?

Tenninem:
No, but he likes pornos with San Nubian

Jim-B:
Shit, you wanna get
Hauled off to jail?

Tenninem:
Man, fuck that
Hit that shit raw dawg
and bail.

Announcer:
Meet JC. A 23 year old crack addict. After coming home from a hard day of work, he walks into the door of his Orlando home to find Bobbi in bed with another man (what the fuck?).....

Jim-B:
Alright calm down
Start breathin

Tenninem:
Fuck that
You just caught
This bitch cheatin
While you're at IDMC
She's with Joe tryin to get off?
Wearing his leopard coat?
Cut Joey's dick off!

Jim-B:
Wait, what if there is and explanation
For this shit

Tenninem:
What she tripped? Fell?
And landed on Joe's dick?

Jim-B:
Alright Tenn
He's right Jaycee
But think about NSA
Before you get all crazy

Tenninem:
OK. Thought about it
Still wanna grab her?
Get a J-14, read her column
Then slap her?
That's what I did
Be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from someone
Who sleeps with TGIF stars?

Jim-B:
What you say?

Tenninem:
What wrong?
Didn't think I'd remember?

Jim-B:
I'ma kill you mutha fucka

Tenninem:
Ah hah temper temper
Mr. J
Mr. Mississippi way
Mr. a.k. straight out of Clinton
Ya'll better make way
How the fuck you gonna tell him to be silent?

Jim-B:
Cuz he don't need to go
The same route I went
Been there, done that
Awww fuck it
What am I sayin?
Shoot it up JC
Where's Jerome at?