1.Push 'Em
I, something is wrong with me, I'm feeling like Psycho White
I can't get a grip, I'm about to slip, Im about to fight
I took another shot of whiskey dipsy chippin hit me
I don't wanna get a grip, wanna lose it all, I wanna go wild
Yeah, Catfish on a drop top thunderbird
Oh my god, here comes Billy again
With Travis Barker; Jay and Silent Bob
Hiya mom, Holmes got another chopper
High as a helicopter？ sitting on the porch
With a simple torch shakin his head; Flocka Flocka
Sore in a sixpack daddy, I know before you left told me not to
But I said fuck it, kick the bucket and drink 'em all; Wacka
Wacka
Anybody seen a doctor, I'm a head cast after the Opera
And if I say go then a bunch of famous family members are gonna
pop off
To my people on the back, move to the front
Push 'em, push 'em
To my people on the front, move to the back
Push 'em, push ,em
To my people on the side, move to the middle
Push 'em, push 'em
Everybody in this motherfucker 1, 2, 3, go
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push 'em, push 'em
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push 'em, push 'emJ
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push 'em, push 'em
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Push a motherfucker
Transplants; you know we chillin
Twitch; yeah, you know we chillin
Skate tee; you know we chillin
Felix; you know he's chillin
California; you know we chillin
Alabama; you know we chillin
Pull em up on that '87 with Paul Wall
You know he's grillin
Look around and tell me do you really wanna jump inside that
mothafuckin prison
For the animals that drink a pint and to the final crew to get
inside
The club and jump into a bottle like a bowl of water hold up
buddy can I get a
The Wolfpack's in mosh mode crowd surfin, see 'em rise
Slumerican famous yeah, DTA can DUI's
Go
(Interlude)
We're dealing with a small group of troublemakers
Its uhh, bunch of angry young men who were fighting
Who were smashing, and some crazy fires and explosives
Are causing these problems
London Bridge is fallin down
But I'm too drunk on a bottle of brown
Too far gone in a pile of cans to keep my hands from movin
around
Fuck it, I'm in public feeling like nobody's watching me go nuts
When am I gonna lose my mind, before I find myself to hold me up
2.6 Feet Underground
(with Travis Barker)
(feat. Tim Armstrong)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
You can't push us around
(You can't push us around!)
If you try, going to lie
6 feet underground
Papa's in the closet, loading up that buckshot
Little sister hide behind the grandfather clock
I've seen that old blood money get washed
I watched the shotgun shell go pop
Got a couple rounds in the Chevy ashtray
I don't know why I was made this way
Sec-ur-ity don't want to get me
If we can't get in, the fuck you say？
Too much billy is in this cup
Too many people are in this club
You keep looking at me like you want to jump
If we let loose homie, you won't get up
Little brother plays in the front yard gym
He only thinks, Jim's too quick
He stands 5 foot 2, nickname Slim
Motherfucker thinks he's 6 foot 10
Never seen a young man act so tough
Put another pit back in his cup
You know it's a fucking party when they coaster down
I know a little something about getting high
I know a little something about getting drunk
You fuck with the Wolfpack and everybody cries
So go jump in the pit if you're feeling lucky punk
I don't really know what's wrong with me lately
I don't really feel like myself
Everybody's reaching for money
Sorry I can't help
But if you were my dog, I wouldn't throw you a bone
I'd throw you a log
With, both of my knees
Both of my knees, on the ground
(I'm dropping famous shit)
People that are close to me know that god damn
Drew？ famous quick
With the bottle, my heinous kid
Jump, when I say, jump
Stand up with team
Stand up on the ball!
Like a fucking animal
Eat, if I got to eat
I'm a eat you alive!
I said eat, if I got to eat
I'm a eat you alive
Yeah I know I said it twice
And don't make me say it again motherfucker!
3.Funky Shit
4 x
4 x
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky shit)
Peanut jelly box, sitting in the carport
808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor
Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor
Set ‘em in the floor, what a metaphor is this？
Kind of like ？ with Travis
Eat it up, beat it up ？ atlas
Where should I go？ Put ‘em in a cereal bowl
In Alabama, then I holler out “Cheerioâ€
Look at that shit, ？ like elastic
And let it go like a mac ？
S-Sipping on the green, feeling like I'm seeing Patrick
Got beans in the mattress, magic
Make you want to jump on a fat bitch
Ooo got to have it
(boss) Send the wolf, pick a thing
On a pekingese bitch, go go gadget
(Owh) I'm all the way from the gutter
Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup
Geeked up on 7 Up
Got a centimeter？ Wall up on a run like a cheetah
？ well, that'd be the day
Put you up shit creek
Paddle be away, hat to the side
Holler at you homie
What's the matter with you babe？
Hook：
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
(Oh my god, that's some funky shit)
Oh my god, that's some funky shit
And I'm a Beastie Boy
？ and a bowl cut
Skater when a skater wasn't cool
When it was just, “so what？ Fuck you dudeâ€
Well fuck you too
？ with a backpack
I'll bust your fruit
I'm all about constructing my paper
Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer's Glue
Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk
Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow
I got a lock on my profit
No exits, no keys tomorrow
But I got steeze to borrow
Some Famous kicks to match
If I got a big sign, I'll rap
As long as TV got sticks to crack
So hit a drumroll, I'll jump in like a jump rope
Watch
Acapella like an elevator ？
While the operator labeled my fucking high tops
Rhythm like a clock, I'm scotch
You would've thought, it was written
But it's not
Rag hanging out them ？ jeans
Not a gangbanger but a banger who sings
And momma don't you worry about a single thing
Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline
And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans
Yeah, why stop now？
Put ‘em in the trunk
Let ‘em feel the sound
That they don't pop it
Let ‘em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
808 weighs a ton, so drop it
Watch your feet, while I rock the beat
Going all out, no private seat
I don't walk if I can ride the beat
But wouldn't you though？ Don't lie to me
Of course you would, catapult syllables
Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa
Magical, sorcerer goods
Steal from the rich put more in the hood
Natural, born with a wood
Fuck ‘em all, I'm right above ‘em all
But you could butt talk, if a ？ fall
Out with a motherfucker with a sluggish crawl
Chug till I can't chug at all
Not a frat boy, I'm a rap boy
In Hollywood, like Aykroyd
But I read my script with a southern drawl
I run home when mother calls
Cause mother's got a switch
Yeah, she's a wolf too
That makes me a son of a bitch
4.Whistle Dixie
With a full of trash straight to the ocean
All black benz is slowly rolling
Head light's off don't be the chosen
Thinks it's a game then drop the token
Up shits creek without a paddle
That's just life I'm in the saddle
No rest no bitch we don't tattle
Snake's don't always shake the rattle
Yeah3x
All these cops they want the qouta
Too much hypo coca cola
Lucy smoke oh yeah you know her
Shes that bitch who rest in nova
Took that bite to bit the apple
You know me I'm hard to tackle
Break me down homie you wish
You couldn't catch that fish with golden tackle
Yeah3x
Give me give me till it's empty
Too much money isn't plenty
It's not enough it's not any
Come come on just choos the jimmy
They all want to bust a nut in
Drop the bomb push the button
Be the king, be the sultan
Some of this shit is so insulting
Break the broken make the chosen
Choose the loose then roll the tie get down and soak with
Gas the gap and light the match and leave you smoking
Choking on the fuse the latest news, life's a wicked
Life's a mystery and please don't be the witness
To the sickness they'll just end it with it
Something death and warm from the step of country fresh
Yeah
Yeah
Country fresh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Country fresh
5.Director's Cut
(Psycho motherfucker)
(Psycho motherfucker)
I took my Buck knife
Stuck it in my bag
In a black Jansport that I've had since 2000 class
And some duct tape, the last of a roll I used
The first of it I used to patch a hole in my bedroom window
glass
I broke into my trailer because this bitch locked me out
She took my keys and threw them into the yard, but I haven't cut
my grass
Plus it was dark when I got home, I was driving fast
But the fog made it hard to see the road and I drove right past
Had to turn around in a cul de sac, dead end
And I barely made into my dirt drive, running out of gas
A late night at work, another tailspin
Got fired so I hit the bar and I got trashed
I stumbled in to find a note, 'I'm gone'
'No shit, bitch'
I crumble the note, and threw it on the ground, and picked up
the phone
'Fuck', she cut the wire, busted the jack with a hammer
I know, cause I can see that the plastic got bashed
I was so mad, that I went sober
With a forced laugh, I reached for the last thing that I need in
my sack
(haha) A picture of us in a cab, the night we said it would work
out
That didn't last, a couple dollars short, or maybe just the
wrong path
The reason was irrelevant to me, cause I just wanted payback
So I jumped in my truck, put the dash, spitted gas
And a bag pack duct tape and buck knife, and that was that
Thinking
This must be a movie
Cause I'm about to roll tape again
I'm about to make a movie
Michael Myers and Superman
'Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!'
Michael Myers and Superman
Is it a game？ Or is it insane？
Michael Myers and Superman
I pulled out the driveway, took a right on Rainbow Drive
While I tried to keep my truck alive, pumping down the street
I believe it was 55 outside, cold, and the window was frosted
Truck died and then I crawled into the pump station
Barely making it to the pump
I walked in, put my last 10 dollar bills on the desk
Snuck a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
As he reached for the register, the thought sparked in my head
To leave him dead, but no, fuck it
I'll save his life, and put 10 in the bucket
I ain't killing in public
It ain't in my budget
The door, I budged it
Slid through to the pump my gas as the thought
Of all the shit she put me through, but I was glad
I had a reason to go see her now
Other than to lay her down
I got a reason to treat her like a voodoo doll with this bait I
found
I made the sound of screeching tires as I pulled out of the
station
Mind racing for the placement of my rage, I was impatient
Movie in the making
So I punched the dash and my front windshield cracked
Made it harder to see what was in front of me
But I mashed on the pedal, stomping through the floor
With a leak in the door
The wind whistled like a missile in a war, or a bullet from a
pistols draw
Reached under my seat for a bottle of whiskey and took a shot
While my stomach was in a knot, nerves shot
I mulled over the plot
'When I find this bitch, I'll put her in a throat lock, with a
rope and a sock
Duct taped on her mouth and make her look at a clock
And every second, I'm going to pop one of her boyfriend's
fingers
With a vise grip, while he's screaming at me, 'No! Stop!'
When I make it to his knees
While he's tied to a metal chair, with radio wires hooked to a
live battery
I'm going to grab his head and make him stare at you
While you drill holes in his kneecaps with a screw
And this is only preview to scene 2!
Take 1
(Screaming)
'Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!'
Is it a game？ Or is it insane？
Michael Myers and Superman
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