Bounce

[Intro]
How's it goin'?
It's goin' pretty good?
That's good, man, that's good
Woo! Yeah, yeah
I gotta make the ladies bounce to this
I make 'em bounce
Gotta make the ladies bounce to this
Bounce. Sum'n, yo

[Verse 1]
I get loud when I'm in front of a crowd
I'm tryina' be the man, tryina' make the fam proud
Max out 'till I pass out, naw- I got gills
Face red, veins pop, I've got skills
I ain't dumb, I'm just tryina' have some fun with it
Come, come get it, stun gun stung- bit into the flesh
You're a mess, best head for the exit
Bomb atomic like Deck and leave shadows as a vestige
I said it, I meant it, ya' best get repentin'
Defeating 'em like the reaper, swing scythe- rival defenses
Choppin' your ass in half, I'm back, crackin' the asphalt
With words so superb, I'll serve it to Dale Denton
Pin cushion been pushin' on my buttons
But I'm too coy, rudeboi- ya' don't know nothin'
Nobody controls me, I own my own soul-
See, I told ya' time and time again, I ain't your fuckin' puppet
Was it, or was it not meant to be
Talk all ya' want, you're not offendin' me
I'm rendering my own drawing
My blueprint is sound, bow down- now louder than Henry Rollins
Thinkin' about the nauseous
Feelin' that I get when I've been thinkin' about the bosses
Sick of playing proletariat
Wonderin' what the cost is, bein' accosted by suit-and-tie fucks
Man, I pray to god I find you in the mosh-pit
"Stop it" Naw bitch, stompin' on the dog shit
Really not pompous, he be on that bomb shit
Hawk-spit phlegm, pen lodged in your esophagus
I carve Jarv in your throat, so you know just who the author is
Yo, I said I carve Jarv in your throat just so you know just who the author is

Tellin' me, do you like the way it feels, homeboy

[Verse 2]
Yo, what up- its Nater, the non-common denominator
Mediocre skater, top-ramen dominator
Tomb-Raider, who's greater than the boom-bap beta-
Cagey Natey guy, with the lazy-eye style flavor
Einstein paved a solid road of gold
Grab the microphone and let the soul unfold
On that wizard ish, theoretical physicist
Lensed universe looks dope, my gravitational pull-
Is extraordinary, more the merrier, carryin' barriers
Buryin' varied adversaries, dare me- I don't care if you're a big man
Come and get shit-canned
I get rambunctious, punk ya' get slammed
Bouncin' off the walls and I'm walking on the ceiling
Ya' think that I'm appalling? She thinks that I'm appealing
So whatcha' gwan' do mother-fucker, step up
I hit ya' hoe- I didn't even have to beg much (ayy)
I'm the guy with the matted up hair
They tell me to get a brush, but I just don't care
When I bust dumb-fucks just stare 'cause they're-
Not accustomed to someone who comes prepared
I'm on the bandsaw, cuttin' up some raw-stock
Head full of rhymes fly enough to make your jaw drop
Hair full of chips, dirty shirt full of holes
Yo, machine shop Jarv, dignity-dirty little heart-throb
Aww, stop- take the butter off the biscuit
The gas out the tank, take the cheese off the Triscuit
Givin' compliments to the man in the mirror
You think I need help? I agree, it's pretty clear, but
We're here having fun. Me, myself and I have a good time when I'm drunk
Feel the funk, yo. I think it's time to go
I don't give a shit, yo, I don't give a f-

[Outro]
I don't even care, dude, just check it out