Lyrics Dimes - Bloodhound Gang

Where to begin? They call me Tropical storm Jim
Here's your really local forecast there's a warm front moving in
Pin drop, yeah you heard it when I Moonwalked in the room
While around the water cooler at the Legion of Doom
They're shouting "Why's the new guy with the sweet moves talking that smack?"
Well I'm the kinda crazy made from the shit of a bat
I swing like hell but know full well that I won't win the fight
But big man I'm the beta male that's gonna ruin your night
My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do
It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand dude
I write the songs that girls like to dance to
I write the songs that girls like to dance to
I write the songs that girls like to dance to
I write the songs that girls like to dance to
What? Who me? Who am I? Well I'm just awesome
Like watching someone else getting kicked in the balls and
DJ's hit pause when I waltz in, my thoughts entrall crowds for hours
And it would come as no surprise if I had magical powers
POOF!
Army beers, cheers! Here's to blood sweat and Tears for Fears
Yes I get stupid like a baby with pierced ears
So drop me like those panties drop when I drop knowledge
Danger was my middle name but I changed it in college
My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do
It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand dude
I write the songs that girls like to dance to
I write the songs that girls like to dance to
My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do
It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand dude
I write the songs that girls like to dance to
I write the songs that girls like to dance to
I write the songs that girls like to dance to
I write the songs that girls like to dance to
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them disco babies wet!
Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick
Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick
Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick
Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Make them mother fuckers sweat
Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick