Goddamn! Hit me with the monster jam, Allow me to show you who I am, And also let me introduce the band, Atomic Walrus making noise in this LA land And our plan is to take it all the way to Japan, Crowd-surfing in a foreign land, Award tourin' with a mic in my hand, A Tribe Called AW is in demand Now let me give it away like Tony Kiedis in the nineties, Pancakes for breakfast, for lunch I eat Chinese, I pour some buffalo sauce into my IV, 'Til I'm piping hot like Jessica Biel's hiney Oh lord, we at it again, Jammin' a funky tune and no, we're not making amends, We make the music that'll turn all of your enemies to friends, We never will stop, we're gonna be rocking with you till the very end It's times like these when you get down to the rhythm, With style, with ease, gimme that, It's times like these, when you get down to the rhythm With style, with ease, Got the shit that makes you wanna get up off your fuckin' ass and... 'Cause I'ma bring it to you live and direct, with ties on the neck, The music's made groovy when you jive with the best, Livin' life like a live wire, wild as the rest, Got the style to impress and the rhymes to undress, Your hottie, with flows shoddy, and nose snotty Knows what she wants and she wants my body, So get up on the dance floor everybody and... Shake around like a mechanical bull, I'm jumping on stage like a muthafuckin' fool, Man I use my left brain as a grammatical tool, While my right brain is telling me to act a fool I'm back with a slew of furious flows for the family, Peace to all the clubs and dive bars that handle we, It's insanity, Rap on every topic with that point-counterpoint like that fucker Sean Hannity It's times like these when you get down to the rhythm, With style, with ease, gimme that, It's times like these, when you get down to the rhythm With style, with ease, Got the shit that makes you wanna get up off your fuckin' ass and... Ladies and gentleman, gentle ladies and bedouins, Take a peek at this regiment, get it 'fore you forget again, The recommended dose of my musical medicine, Will get your girlfriend hot in the bed and givin' you head again Sweeter than cinnamon, flow like a hydro-glycerin, Got other rappers twisted and pissed again, They're in a pickle, a thick and fickle predicament, They sick of it, go eat a Chick-O-Stick, you fuckin' chicken-shit It's times like these when you get down to the rhythm, With style, with ease, gimme that, It's times like these, when you get down to the rhythm With style, with ease, Got the shit that makes you wanna get up off your fuckin' ass and...

Hi, my name is Joe and well you probably haven't heard of me, I wanted to be a rapper, so I got some neurosurgery, They implanted a sick sense of flow into my cranium, Now I rock the Staples Center, Roxy, and Palladium I'm lying, shit, I don't really rock those venues, But I tend to rock the fuck out of these instrumentals, I'm sent here to impress you, undress your women and bless you, Competition isn't an issue, we just kill 'em and say that we miss you, but…. See I'm the kinda guy who when the ladies see me, They be sayin', "Yeah, hes kinda fly" I got some fucked teeth and a pretty big nose, But I kick the sick flows to help me direct them to the show It's kinda ridiculous, 'cause when I pick up the pen and write some lyrics, I get meticulous, And then, I rewrite 'em and do it again, and again and again… I need to find a way to make things right again, To make things right again, like they were at the start, But I can't see a way of doing that, a way of doing that... I'm a mind mechanic, creep inside of ya lame brain, Just to maintain and rewire ya fuckin' main frame, Not rappin' to gain fame, just to be heard, I rock the levels with my treble and replace the reverb, ya turd Three and a third, that's the chance you got of makin' it, While I be in the kitchen with ya chicken probably bakin' it Yes, my flow is different, there's no chance of mistakin' it, My pride, you've already taken it, but these words are replacin' it My aim is to be in your top five favorite, I hope you play this shit, and smoke a J with it, That way when I'm older I can put this on my greatest hits playlist, Wrinkle up and get all gray to it Un-debatably the greatest caucasian to rock the station, Man I play to win, but I'm not including the major names, like Eminasium, Or Eminem I mean, smoking a J, blazin' with Asian friends, and... I need to find a way to make things right again, To make things right again like they were at the start, But I can't see a way of doing that, A way of doing that, without breaking a….. In the back, man she looked pretty, back of my neck getting dirty and gritty, "Make it right again, make it right again…" In the back, man she looked pretty, back of my neck getting dirty and gritty, "Make it right again, make it right again…" [Instrumental break] I need to find a way to make things right again, To make things right again like they were at the start, But I can't see a way of doing that, A way of doing that, without breaking a….. In the back, man she looked pretty, back of my neck getting dirty and gritty, "Make it right again, make it right again…" In the back, man she looked pretty, back of my neck getting dirty and gritty, "Make it right again, make it right again…"

Pretty little lady, it's impossible to see it, I'm pushing you away but you're still holding on to me, And I can't stand up, you're right on top of me, I'm feeling so alone when I'm in your company I said I've gotta lotta things that I've been wanting to say, But it doesn't even matter cuz I'm leaving you today, And you've got a million reasons why you think that i should stay, But the one thing that I know is that I gotta get away She's no good... Well i tried to save it but theres nothing there to save, And I tried to tell this girl, but she put me right back into my place, She's no good... Spins me like a record player, I lose my breath need a respirator, Not a housewife, can't ever domesticate her, Not Sherlock would even investigate her I'm knee deep in the game of love and hate, Free me from the chains I must escape, Everybody that I know and everybody that I see, Keeps tellin' me, I just made a mistake I'm workin' overtime for minimum wage, I'm sleepin' in a bed with venomous snakes, I'm steppin' on a crack with a knife in my back, Workin' hard to receive a penny a day But I think I really need her (he really needs to leave her!) I can't be alone I need someone to love and be there I think I really need her (he really needs to leave her!) I, I, I, I, I, I gotta be free She's not wicked, but twisted, with with a red tube of lipstick, And a little sadistic, for instance she kiss with, Her eyes open, but so cold, I'm wide open with no hope, I got no control of the situation, and no time for this blindfold I tend to walk a narrow path, a fine line Between havin' my heart bright forever and never even gettin' to shine, That's why I'm trying to let my true essence shine, in every rhyme that I spit written in every line it's like..... [Instrumental break] Pretty little lady, it's so obvious to see it, And the way you treated me, well girl I still cannot believe it, I tried so hard, but then I lost my head, I fought with you for hours should have kicked you out instead, But see I got this little problem, call it emotional debt, And your actions and your words, no I will not soon forget, You cried so hard, you pushed me to the edge, I hear the sirens so I'm jumping off the ledge I really need her, I really need her, I really need her, I really need her Justin Bieber, Justin Bieber, Justin Bieber, Justin Bieber

I'm doin' time, check the fluid rhyme, Yes the truest, I'm, spittin' lyrics so influenced by Sublime, And I'm inclined to handle the mic with positivity, And solid energy, spit with the spirit of the kid in me, I'm pretty young but I’ve been through a little bit, Seen a little too much and lost a big chunk of my innocence, I vow to never be a fuckin' lyrical hypocrite, Never write about stackin' bills or the number of chicks I get, But I'm unsigned and therefore I'm illegitimate, Writing these words to myself, 'cause probably no one will hear this shit, I mean some people might hear it, but really who's gonna listen, I'm out to get myself in with this underground competition, Don’t need the money the fame or the media recognition, I need the people to feel me the way I do when I listen, I'm doin' time… I said your ego is not your amigo Im doin' time, college student grind, Gotta make the grade, dreamin' bout the stage with music on my my mind, But man it's hard to handle the workload upon my shoulders, It feels like I'm liftin' up twenty ton titanium boulders And shit, it seems insomnia's the only thing that’s stable, Getting to bed before four in the morning's just a fable here, Livin' in dorms, six page papers, and back to back classes here, While nerds with glasses surpass us, and crazy-ass teachers harass us But I'll stick to it, tuition’s the main ambition, Gotta pay my parents back eventually, man that’s the mission, But sometimes the mission feels like it's mission impossible, Classes are draining, plus it's so easy to be irresponsible, But I'll survive, boy I'm on my grind, I'll break you off one of these muthafuckin' rhymes I said your ego is not your amigo

Well I can’t undo my past, And I know that I can’t rewind Yesterday’s history and tomorrow’s a mystery, And all I’ve got is time. Now when I reflect on the past, there’s some times that I’m missin’, I tend to think of the bad, rather than reminiscing, I try to focus on the positive, but most I’m forgettin’, And it’s a cycle that repeats, I’m never learnin’ my lesson, I swear I think I got depression, give me a prescription, Always second-guessing, never stoppin’ to listen, I need to clear my head and get a better vision, Need to slow down… and think about it ‘cuz Well I know, I’m blessed, I’ve got a family and friends who love me But I’ve got my regrets, I like to drown ‘em out with weed and bubbly And I think I need to find a better way to cope, But for the meanwhile I’m just sittin’ here tryin’ not to lose hope… Hit me! It seems life’s tryin’ to break me down, but in time I will recover, This mind, inside I'm spinnin’ round, got to break this hold, I have not seen myself in so long, in so long... Now when I think about the future all I’m seein’ in my mind’s eye, A wingspan, just a reminder that time flies, I got love for the people in my past, But for all the ones who doubted me, man ya’ll can kiss my ass But for the first half, shit, I thank you for the honesty, Thank you for the lovin' and I hope that you can promise me, To never let yourself be changed or influenced, By all the bullshit, stay inspired by the truest And I’ll do my best to practice what I’m preachin’ Keep in line my actions, and the words which I am speaking, Keep on top of shit, I mean at least until the weekend, And keep the PMA before the self-doubt creeps in. You gotta believe in yourself, I said ya, ya gotta believe in yourself, ‘Cuz if you don’t believe in yourself, then believe me neither will anyone else Hit me! It seems life’s tryin’ to break me down, but in time I will recover, This mind, inside I'm spinnin’ round, got to break this hold, I have not seen myself in so long, in so long... [x2] Fuck it. I drop the negative and reach inside my pocket, Whip out the microphone i plug it in, and then i rock it, Better believe i got the power like the inside of a socket, And I'm, I'm too electrical for ya'll people to knock it And whether or not you got the liquor in your system, You ought be jumping around and dancing' when you start to listen, Bitch I'm, I'm bringin' the style and my band's bringing' the rhythm, Yes, we're coming to make you move around, yeah that's the fuckin' mission! Get up on the scene, rock it like I’m James Dean, Ladies, get out on the floor, and shake like you're Ms. Monroe. (Guitar solo) It seems life’s tryin’ to break me down, but in time I will recover, This mind, inside I'm spinnin’ round, got to break this hold, I have not seen myself in so long, in so long... [x2]