BloodHound phonk - DJundercover

Where to begin? They call me Tropical Storm Jim Here's your really local forecast, there's a warm front moving in Pin drop, yeah, you heard it when I moonwalked in the room While around the water cooler at the Legion of Doom They're shouting, "Why's the new guy with the sweet moves talking that smack?" Well, I'm the kinda crazy made from the shit of a bat I swing like hell but know full well that I won't win the fight But big man, I'm the beta male that's gonna ruin your night My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand, dude I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to What? Who me? Who am I? Well I'm just awesome Like watching someone else getting kicked in the balls and DJ's hit pause when I waltz in, my thoughts entrail crowds for hours And it would come as no surprise if I had magical powers Poof! Army beers, cheers! Here's to blood sweat and Tears for Fears Yes, I get stupid like a baby with pierced ears So drop me like those panties drop when I drop knowledge Danger was my middle name but I changed it in college My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand, dude I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand, dude I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them disco babies wet! Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick

All your friends in the back seat, they gone crazy Tryna find where the big bad wolf belongs Yeah we messed it up pretty good, this time girl we can work it out Oh the things we should have done Stop calling on the bloodhounds They're just as lost as me and you Stop calling me on a bad hand When you know I'm gonna lose Yeah I'm learning how to breathe again dear Scratching around in the junk yard for my love again Spinning round on that old carousel The dog's digging up his bone Stop calling on the bloodhounds They're just as lost as me and you Stop calling me on a bad hand When you know I'm gonna lose When you know I'm gonna lose When you know I'm gonna lose The bloodhound The bloodhound The bloodhound