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Haunted Bumps

Album: Tempest Sampler

Year: 2007

Lyrics:

I come beatin' down the block and I crack the bedrock. Dishes drop, the shit comes to a (dead stop)

Mother fuckers think Godzilla's comin'. (The lights go dark), the whole house hummin'.

The amps (draw energy) and wipe out the power, my beat transmits over radio towers.

The woofers might suck all the air out your lungs (if you stand too close)

when the monsters hums.

People think a nuclear war is at their front door, when I got my volume only on four.

(Gas pipes explode) and the storefronts shatter, killing these kilowatts is all that matters.

Fuck the police, the citizens, and (fuck the judge)

I'll blow they whole house down with some old clown love.

Those that have heard can't describe my bump

(they know) something from the beyond in my trunk.



Chorus: x2

Na na na nana na na (boom) (all night)

Na na na nana na na (boom) (all night)

Na na na nana na na (boom) (all night)

There's something from the beyond in my trunk.



Straight off the freeway and into your city with a

black swarm of cave bats (following with me).

They attracted to the hum that'll knock your brain

numb. You keep lookin' for the lightin' (but it ain't none).

When my fuckin' bass drops (the whole block hops)

everything switch, stops, clicks, and unlocks.

You gotta recalculate your computers (reset all

the your clocks) and reload all your shooters.

My woofers blow down trees and then pull'em

back up, (past the graveyard) as the tombstones

crack up.

Those that have heard can't describe my bump.

(They know) there's something from the beyond

in my trunk.



Chorus



Fish jump out the water tryin' to swim for the moon,

vibrational booms drying up the lagoons.

My bumps pop fake titties and melt ice grills,relocate

your piercings (Dissolve your pills)

Police wail on they sirens but I blow they tweeters,

illuminated liquid leaking outta the speaks.

Each drop burns all the way down to earth's core,

(dust devils) sweep across the earth's floor.

Crows and ravens don't flap they' wings, they just

float on the waves that the humdrum brings.

Those that have heard can't describe my bump.

(they know) something from the beyond in my trunk.



Chorus x2

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