The Over Under

(Do you think you can drop the bomb?) It goes aim low Straight-jacket black florescent raincoat Tarzan beat the cheetah Jane Doe John Q public eye workers in his blood let him sing for his breath Live on the air is the patch for beans With cat scratch fever and the gas receipts I got this half-cracked femur from the factory And I'm still waiting here for someone to get back to me Now ain't we the ones behind the times Square away the mouse replace the pilot lines And the triple X peep show live inside With the weight of the inflation and the 5 and dime Get the change, pump the breaks, and away we go With the 3-D persona and the fake TiVo Got a deep sleep for John I'll be the radio Cuz what the fuck kind of fool do they take me fo'? Is the getting good? (yep) Going for the gold? (uh-huh) Well here's your ID number and a half pit of food Think you know the time? (yep) Think you're showing through (uh-huh) Then welcome to the high life, don't make a move No, you can't do the dirt and then use a bath towel No milk and honey if you kill your cash cow Can't make the moves if you throw your back out Can't get your rocks off in the glass house I want to do the bump, but there's bombs in the way I want to do the bump, but there's bombs in the way I want to do the bump, but there's bombs in the way Come on I want to do the bump, but there's bombs in the way X2 It's like aim low They told me doggy that his chain broke Now he got that funky little taste so This should be his day in the sun But no one could've hold in the fence Pack the balloons with Clorox and bleach And the Reddi-wip canisters of chocolate cream Kids no longer use their hands like a soccer team It's all fat lady, A sharp, opera screens Ill how we still keep the country sick How the future became nothing but a drug we kick On some black-light gun cock thug remix And I know I cannot win so just cut me, Mick Break time are walking in the home of the freeway It's told where to go, but there's nowhere to be Dukes up, guard down, go finish tea Where the popular vote will get thrown in the sea Pay through the nose, if it works then it's real At the cyanide high five, nurse it and heal Toe tag, body rock, urban appeal Where you put your hands up and lose your shirts in the deal Feeling like a king? (yeah) Like a million bucks? (uh-huh) Well don't you go nowhere until we taxed you enough In it for the win? (uh-huh) Got something to say? (yep) Well sing your little song, just make sure that it's safe No, you can't do the dirt and then use a bath towel No milk and honey if you kill your cash cow Can't make the moves if you through your back out Can't get your rocks off in the glass house You can't win the game if you don't know the score Can't fix this shit, it's been broke since before Can't can the worms if you open it more And you can't hide the troops and then still lead the war I want to do the bump, but there's bombs in the way I want to do the bump, but there's bombs in the way I want to do the bump, but there's bombs in the way Come on I want to do the bump, but there's bombs in the way X2