Intro:

Welcome, Ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys

If you didn’t know, well you’re about to

Verse 1:

Yeah, I ate the arch nemeses of Spiderman I'm spitting that Venom

With the vocals full of bullet bars, Smith and the Wesson

In minutes or seconds I'll rip up your section and stick my motherfricken

Dick inside of the game with the stiffest erection

I'm too psychotic with it, I mean that literally

That was the diagnosis that the doctors given to me

I ended up in a hospital and I figured I'd blitz

I showed the nurse my lyrics she said "Nothing's sicker than this"

Yo, ill is just a part of me, skill is in my arteries

A blind man would easily say my talent isn't hard to see

People from across the globe, reach me to tell

Me I'm a Microsoft Program because they’ll see me "Excel"

Check, It is inevitable, that I machete the syllables sever the flows

They say- I'm a- Rhymer, clever to roast, lyrical veteran better than most

My brain, is vividly deranged

So welcome to the verses of the clinically insane

Chorus:

Bounce up, down, don’t be scared

Everybody put your motherfucking hands in the air

Yeah we came in here to party everybody prepare

Do it like you don't care, sing (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Bounce and up and down, don’t be scared

Everybody put your motherfucking hands in the air

Yeah we came in here to party everybody prepare

Do it like you don't care, sing (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Verse 2:

Here is a question, that riddles me dear

I'm comparing them both, and no difference appears

So, answer me this, because, it isn't clear

Is what I'm hearing your music? Or is there shit in my ear?

Okay I'm looking at you rappers I don't see no threat

Cause' I've been doing this ever since back in Neopets

So listen up, you faggot, you’re stuck inside a twilight zone

To think you're an artist you're just a fuckboy with a microphone

Plus your girlfriend's religious still I might go and call the slut

Film us humping in a church and name the footage "Holy Fuck"

She'll brag out to her friends "Have you seen this guy named Matthew?

His style's fucking nuts, like his penis in some cashews"

I'm a blessing with voice, I'm here to lessen your noise

I'll use a studio as my personal weapon of choice

So rest in peace, bitch, I'm just doing what is necessary

You and your career is was I'm putting in the cemetery, bounce

Chorus:

Bounce up, down, don’t be scared

Everybody put your motherfucking hands in the air

Yeah we came in here to party everybody prepare

Do it like you don't care, sing (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Bounce and up and down, don’t be scared

Everybody put your motherfucking hands in the air

Yeah we came in here to party everybody prepare

Do it like you don't care, sing (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Outro Chorus:

Bounce and up, down, don’t be scared

Everybody put your motherfucking hands in the air

Yeah we came in here to party everybody prepare

Do it like you don't care, sing (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Bounce and up and down, don’t be scared

Everybody put your motherfucking hands in the air

Yeah we came in here to party everybody prepare

Do it like you don't care, sing (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)