up I like the boom - turn it up I need guitar - turn it up I like that drum - when it goes' Let's dance Whether we can, what the night is all about Let
up the bass and the motherfuckin' treble About to do a deal with the devil for my vocal level Bullshit points, plus he want to rub it in And take all
't never got gaffled like that" Off the end of the gat you choke Short Dog's in the house - "Whattup loc?" Nuttin but a come up Gimme that bass, and don
clean your gazelles with some 409!!! Go Ice get busy [X2] Go Evil Get busy [X2] Turn up your stereo,equalize treble Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal On the mic tonight that
ain't never got gaffled like that" Off the end of the gat you choke Short Dog's in the house - "Whattup loc?" Nuttin but a come up Gimme that bass, and
Make it funky) Stupid fly,it's got to the F-U-N-K why? So that you can get loose as I produce sounds hard as the deuce Manipulate the bass gain give
Tales from the Crypt And the Dark Side Another fly murder, another suicide Did these flicks Have an influence on my brain? I really doubt that shit I think that
claim that they're rich and that they keep cash Yo, let me straighten this out fast Two hundred thousand records sold And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold? You better double that
the perfect night the graveyard is lit by a full moon Autumn leaves and stone often treated with an old boom Here and there the night air carries bass
: Insane Clown Posse! ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor! Posse, Yeah! Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home In
Boy oh, boy oh Back to the locker Fuckin stuff that fucker! Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit Cause all that's left is one skank ass
I like this, like that Why are you like that, like this The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back I'm that nerd in the back of the class That
in school, I was home watching Green Acres Now I'm all up in your face You can barely hear the rap with all that bass I'm running with a southwest street
born junky, I'll never recover [Chorus x2] Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to bein' the dope fiend, Kid I got's to have it Let me get that
a shorty go reach for his glock And I ain't talking about that glock that pop I'm talking about the ill lyrics that I'm throwing off the top like 1
scientists research can not calculate The great mind skatin' through space and time Vibratin' thru the bass lines that stun man kind Reclined in the leather seat the cassette blasts Vocals that
that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give (i like that y'all) Boy I gotta shake, shake it off (uh huh) Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that
tomorrow takes me higher Pressure on people, people on streets Ice Ice Baby [x2] Now that the party is jumpin' With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas all