Bassheads

Yeah boy! Turn up that! Ay yo turn up! Just like a basshead I can't live without my shit hitting The back of the car It sound like somebody kicking it Pop the trunk where it all goes down Then robot slow just to shake up the town And the whip is filled with that low bass sound They say you won't be hearing anything You play it that loud Cause of that, cause of mine Cause of that, cause of mine They say that Then tell them all to back up And let me get my space homie I see you mad, you ain't talking But yeah your face showing I'm like the lightning I'm bumping you smell the dody Just turn it up louder But soon as you pass the police Maxing up the volume like fuck it You kinda owe me Tell him that you don't know me Talk to the sub only That's the that's the That's the that's the Y'all can't fuck with mine! Y'all can't fuck with my! Y'all can't fuck with my! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! All systems loaded Revenge of Johnny 5 Equalizer like blink while I keep the party live Impressed to fly robot with my dance steps Bunny man, Roger Rabbit and electric slide These are robotic Sweat dripping from off my helmet To my pelvis and now all of my circuits fried Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Bass line moving Make a rocka move These party people You are now under my hypnosis Robotic arm contacts The needle to the groove As I proceed to command Party people to move I zip-zip switch into mode and get busy Humanoids dance around Until their dome gets dizzy From all the Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Y'all can't fuck with my! Y'all can't fuck with my! Y'all can't fuck with my! Freeze!