Rumpletilskinz - AttitudesLyrics

Attitude is madness Attitude is personality Attitude is flexibility Attitude is balls Attitude is talkin' Attitude is ways and actions Actions and ways Attitude is the Rump! I'm the one! That gets that deeper job done Refuse to Jump Around and rhymin' like a burnt one For them who pause, you got to get out of the midst Split teeth grit, but your shit don't mean SHIT Bustin' to the backs when Flip, Modes Although I'm only X-T-O's Beware of the vocal when I'm shinin' like gold Get fold, I'ma slip into dangerous mode Here comes the Now when I deal with aspect of the loom and my attitude swells and a phone can't cop No please don't freeze lyrics are run to siege I'm known as a mess, when I rhyme silly pleas Bad boy big mouth, I smack your waist out With a birds blow, when the weather gets kinda cold Use an instructive tongue or you get flunked As I boot out my burner and I flank up your block Knowin' that you're one who pays a freaky cop But I won't stop cause the son out just took your spot To the bump bass! Styles comin' down I need help mo' space I got mad stress hangin' off a bass that's Attitude a minimal to be rump Number one dump, niggaz are pussy, time to hump I'm gettin' ready for the skin go for sex I flex and throw men's And shit pens and legends and clips I'm the last Mowhikan, heat seekin' the bit Hip-hop and rock when Jeranimo's rippin' It's a Indian so mic planet sounds is the beat Oh goody gumdrop, there's props Welcome to the ill got skills, chill Hard knocks [Chorus] My attitude is fucked up, and real shitty! My attitude is fucked up, and real shitty! My attitude is fucked up, and real shitty! My attitude is fucked up, and real shitty! My attitude is fucked up, and real shitty! My attitude is fucked up, and real shitty! My attitude is fucked up, and real shitty! My attitude is fucked up, and real shitty! When it's Jeranimo, everyone, yell timber This Apache war, skin raw yeah enter My inner, hardcore center hold scouts I taste or racial punks with the doubts We 'bout zabout super superb on curbs Kind of fresh guess best, press, the answer Is yes, for nuttin' all over your face And you don't have to say you're Damn, my attitude is rude It's another bad mood, ha hah release Rumple-in killin', skill in, original styles No peace I shout, much stress and I'm out I would think eligible, always willing to tell a few Rappers, dappers, butt skill rappers, that I'm about to Blow up! In ninety-four or tomorrow But yet, still flow, talkin' about super tracks And lips gonna be flappin', and yappin' Ten thousand plans Make it a thousand hands Cunts simply chargin' to feel my funk But they gets nothing but a bunch of jeep bump Tell me something what makes the female sex Want to swing with a singer I got a partner he can sing but shh, it's on the D-L Wrap my fist grip it tight break the skull on the mic From my well fittin' rhyme that this Rump bring in sight I love to see when the noise gets the crowd hype And like clit detention, I need more affection Thinking things with appeal of redemption Soak the attention I gets no detention Finality shots ay what it's worth mentionin' Too much funk with a touch be a Rump Attitudes act up increase but never cease When we feed the ears from China to Peru [Chorus] Crossin' that line, crossin' that line Crossin' that line, crossin' that line Crossin' that line, crossin' that line Crossin' that line, crossin' that line Crossin' that line, head for the border Crossin' that line, head for the border