Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bloodhound Gang
Bloodhound Gang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmy Franks
Jimmy Franks
Composer
Matthew Stigliano
Matthew Stigliano
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Pop
Jimmy Pop
Producer
Little
Little
Recording Engineer
Adam Kontis
Adam Kontis
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Perry
Jason Perry
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
[Verse 2]
I don't give a shit about celebrity
But mother fuckers did ya happen to see who's here
Me
The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain
Fronting from the back of the line on some dude named
After car parts that as fast as a spark hitting gas
Starts a fire gets wired from barbs that
Cut like a jalapeno popper fart
Burning up an asshole that once ripped apart
Punched hard but it ain't like I ever cared if I went
Too far as stitches left scars from more clowns bent
Outta shape then the Cirque du Soleil ever had so
Though he throws his weight around he's still in my shadow
In the dark so he doesn't know his girl remarked that I make her
Laugh on the inside but I can hear it later
With my dick, as her other cunt gets screwed
In the process I got to get hot chicks nude
[Verse 3]
The payback is cum in fools circles if it's
Those turning on those turning on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools circles if it's
Those turning on those turning on the bitches
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom
But I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom
But I fuck the sides up
[Verse 4]
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
[Verse 5]
Thanks to you bitches I got more screams
Than David Arquette's resume what that means
Is my job involves getting mobbed like John Gotti
Dressed to kill like I'm Gianni Versace
But I gotta be so when  a gimp limps back for more
In a huff like that fat kid that had sat out for
Every gym class due to his asthma that wore
One correctional shoe but still passed that I swore
I spotted at the smorgasbord sprinting for seconds
That I reckon ain't as sloppy as the leftovers gettin'
Me clocked by blocked cock
Pissed my tryst with his missus
Got her panties in a bunch just like his is
That my face between her legs because that could be
What convinced this dick getting hard I'm a pussy
But if that were my name I would have autographed her breasts with
Mother fucking dollar signs instead of S's
[Verse 6]
The payback is cum in fools circles if it's
Those turning on those turning on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools circles if it's
Those turning on those turning on the bitches
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom
But I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom
But I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom
But I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom
But I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom
But I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom
But I fuck the sides up
Written by: Jimmy Franks, Matthew Stigliano
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out