Another gig another show The instruments are good to go All the homies on the flo All the ladies, yeah, they know Muthahardinyourface Chump is rockin' out the place The people runnin' in a race To feel the rhythm of the bass Beams cracking on the floor People comin' in the door The sweat, man, it starts to pour And the crowd is wantin' more The pressure, kid, it starts to climb The air is filling up with rhymes No one even knows the time Right here is another line We're playin' and the people, we're col' playin' and they keep on comin' We're playin' and the people, we're col' playin' and the floor is hummin' The floor is caving in I said the floor is caving in There's still people coming in While the floor is caving in Too much jumpin' goin' on and the building just can't take it one more CHUMP show and the beams are gone and the building just won't make it the house is packed again But the heavies have arrived and now the floor is caving in People bouncin' up and down People gettin' thrown around The band is just playin' loud Pumpin out their token sound The ground is like a trampoline Droppin' like a guillotine Flyest thing you ever seen Like Seuss' eggs and ham are green The amps are only gettin' louder Like a clam it's gettin' chowder Like Wolf Mountain got the powder The flyest lady, yeah I found her Lower now, we're gettin' lower Singin' about that funky mower The tempo isn't gettin' slower And now we're on the bottom flo-er We're playin' and the people, we're col' playin' and they keep on comin' We're playin' and the people, we're col' playin' and the floor is hummin The floor is caving in I said the floor is caving in There's still people coming in While the floor is caving in Too much jumpin' goin' on and the building just can't take it one more CHUMP show and the beams are gone and the building just won't make it the house is packed again But the heavies have arrived and now the floor is caving in Jumpin' and stompin' and dancin' and movin' and groovin' the band is beatin' and strummin' and pickin' and clickin' and sangin' People flyin' real highn' and bumpin' and jumpin' and flippin' the drywall fallin' and callin' and slackin and crackin' and schalackin'

Today I was trying to make a sandwich and I needed some jelly I tried to open it to spread it so I could put it in my belly So I put the jar within my hands, squoze down upon it hard I couldn't break the seal no matter what I did to that jar I was tryin and was tryin and was tryin just to get it I couldn't open it up I got a hammer and I hit it Couldn't break it open that way there was nothin' to do Instead of havin' a sandwich I just might have to eat soup It doesn't matter to the jar If you have to eat your bread plain It doesn't matter to the jar If it drives you insane It's the jar unopenable No matter how hard you try to pull It's the jar unopenable Don't even try to open it up, fool It's the Jar unopenable Hungry as I was the other night I needed pickles so I could finish I'd cooked a Burger with some cheese and a little bit of spinach I reached Into the fridgerator so I could get the last item Without the realization that I was gonna have to fight him I started twistin' and turnin' and churnin' turnin' the jar It wouldn't even budge though I was tryin' real hard I started screamin and rantin' and gettin' all flustered I guess I have to eat it with an extra swipe of mustard It doesn't matter to the jar If you have to eat your bread plain It doesn't matter to the jar If it drives you insane It's the Jar unopenable

Oh take me back to the Old School days where Arnold and Willis were chillin' With Mr. T and Mr. D col cleanin' up the villians Snoopy Snow Cone in the freezer, Tab Cola on the table Rocky doin' backups for Bullwinke with the fable Controllin' the court, dominatin' tetherball Every action on the playground, I was runnin' 'em all When it came to pencil break, my pencil was the fattest Playin' pitfall on atari my high score was always baddest I'm gettin' on that fat yellow bus and going back to the Old School Oh put me on the fat yellow bus and take me back to the Old School (old school) I'm always Gettin' Lamborghini and the Mansion and the betties playin' MASH I had the flyest car and dopest house and all the biggest cash With my velcro on my shoes always crossin' my laces And in the game of 4 square knockin' kiddies from their places In the old school days rollin' my socks full down the calf My shirts were always sleeveless, tight, and always cut in half Back when Snoop was just a pup and owned by bald headed Chuck I was smashin' all the hotwheels with my Mattell Mack Truck I'm gettin' on that fat yellow bus and going back to the Old School Oh put me on the fat yellow bus and take me back to the Old School (old school)

I don't hate it too bad when you're around I don't think it would suck if you came by a little more You know I'm not in a state of utter resentment When I open it up and I see you at my door You know I thought it'd be okay if I knew you a little better When you hung out with me it wasn't too uncool Being with you didn't make me that upset You didn't treat me too much like a fool When I met you, lrig, yo, I didn't wanna hit ya When I saw you, girl, I kinda wanted to meet ya. And when we was talkin, I sorta didn't hate it When you spoke to me I didn't wanna beat ya. It'd be alright if you didn't think that I sucked. If you didn't hate me too bad I guess I'd feel okay. And when you're at my house I guess I don't really hate it. I'm thinkin that I'm not gonna chase you away. Baby I love you 'cause you don't suck Being with you doesn't bother me too much Baby I love you 'cause you don't suck Baby I love you 'cause Now you're here a lot and know you won't dis out Cuz you don't hate me too bad, you're not thinkin' you're gonna miss out I think it's okay when you bring yourself on by Because I wanna tell ya, baby, I don't want you to die Sometimes you're on my mind, I guess you're pretty okay That's a bit more than I really wanna say I mean you know that I don't mind hangin' around with you And you can hang with me if you got nothin' else to do So I'm thinkin' that tonight if you got nowhere else to be I guess It'd be alright if you hung out with me You can stay here if you want, I won't force you to go I mean, if you stayed a while, I really wouldn't know And if you wanna be with me I guess it'd be alright It's a thought I could get used to, maybe one I wouldn't fight So when you go and ask me if I care for you I know that I don't hate you, so I'm guessin' that I do

My brutha got a red cape and a dope blue suit Big "S" on his chest and fresh red boots The homey got powers like a broker got deals And he got more muscles than Geneva got steel He foils every villian, 24 hour chillin' Crook blood spillin' and evil dude killin' City people thrillin', body bag fillin' Ask him and he's willin', listens to Bob Dylan My brutha flyin' through the air col' savin' the day And when my boy swoops down, he always gets paid The brutha's rude strength is what the suckas trip on That's why they run around in the search for krypton He got a steel chest like Fred Flint got Stone Changes his clothes while he's talkin' on the phone Don't be messin' around when he's comin' from the sky Cuz if you wanna dis a brutha, Supe's the wrong guy Supa man--yeah my boy is so fly Supa man--he col' bustin' through the sky He got a little betty, her name is Lane She can't keep up with him because he's faster than a plane She take the whole story, put it in the papes Got his own page with all the stories he makes Superman be flyin', evil dudes be dyin' The suckas be tryin' but always end up cryin' Villians be lyin' but always end up fryin' His shoes don't need tyin', hair grease buyin' If somethin rude happens and he thinks it's wack He'll fly around the world col' turnin' time back Because the boy got the hops like a kanga got roo If you're breakin' the law he gonna swoop on you Racin' planes, droppin' names, puttin' out flames, My brutha keepin' it real Red boot wearin' phone book tearin', grinnin' and bearin' And now they call the boy Supe Supa man--yeah my boy is so fly Supa man--he col' bustin' through the sky

I woke up and 29 people got shot All the other suckas that was with me got caught I remembered that I didn't kiss my mom goodbye And on the way home 14 people had to die Got back to my house and the breakfast was cookin I ate it quick and shot my little brother for lookin' At me funny. He's been with me long enough to know That a kid get dropped for lookin' at this bro Because I'm the baddest brutha any of ya ever gonna see If ya take advice I recommend don't mess with me If ya thinkin' that I'm mean, it's my daily routine Cuz I'm the baddest brutha any of ya ever gonna see I left the house again and I slammed the door I didn't even pick up my things off of the floor I gave a little kid and indian burn And then I busted in a stickball game and I batted out of turn I walked into your garden and I picked all your roses I went up to your friends and I smashed 'em in the noses I pushed an old lady down when I was crossed the lane Then I found a rabid pitbull and I taught him about pain Cuz I'm the baddest brutha any of ya ever gonna see If ya take advice I recommend don't mess with me If ya thinkin' that I'm mean, it's my daily routine Cuz I'm the baddest brutha any of ya ever gonna see I put a tiny hole in some kids' plastic pool I made a maltov coctail and I threw it at the school I walked by a manhole and I took off the cover Stood and watched a dude fall and then I pushed in another I don't use the safety button when I go to hunt I don't wait my turn in line, I just cut to the front When you tell me that I'm ruthless, yo, it doesn't bother me Cuz I'm the baddest brutha any of ya ever gonna see

I took off my socks at the end of the day My girlie she was with me and she fainted dead away The smell just took her out much faster than a gat The stench was fully putrid, the rank was foul phat I threw 'em in the washer and I started up the cycle I slammed them in the 'chine col' thinkin I was Michael When the spinnin' was done and the shakin' had stopped I fully fished 'em out but the smell still dropped me I couldn't leave 'em wet, at least I had to try So I opened up the dryer and I threw 'em in to dry I shut the door tight I and I started my reprieve But when I pulled the sucka open I just could not believe So I took a pair of socks and I threw 'em in the dryer I'm tellin' you straight up and don't call me a liar I looked and found one sock but I couldn't find the pair The other one had disappeared and now it isn't there I searched up and down so I could find the other Swearin' and cursin' that stupid thing's mother I cleaned out the filter, even gave it new wire But the socks were to be found nowhere in that dryer Next day I took another pair and dunked 'em like a pro This time I'd be checkin' every minute or so I slammed the door hard, then waited a little while Opened it back up and then I went into denial What was up, was there a hole in my new machine? Or was this some plot of some facist regime? Politics or not, I was fully gettin' pissed 'Cause only one foot gets a sock, the other gets dissed So I took a pair of socks and I threw 'em in the dryer I'm tellin' you straight up and don't call me a liar I looked and found one sock but I couldn't find the pair The other one had disappeared and now it isn't there I searched and searched my house, I even searched the car I looked behind the couch but I don't know where they are There's got to be a whole big pile of socks somewhere Chillin' without matches, free without a care

Poop brown is the color of rhymin' that I do I'm talkin' smooth and movin' groovy cause I'm thick like poo Outta town is where you're sendin' UPS with your stuff And poop brown is the color of their funky old trucks It's the color of the nose of my nappy headed mutt Right after he's been sniffin' in some other dog's butt Brutha brown is the color of my old school cords And of the wood grain trim of the army green ford It's the color of the hair on Mo-T's buzzed head It was the color of the eyes of the guy who's fulla lead Poop Brown Poop Brown is the color of the dirt And if you don't believe me sucka then you're gonna get hurt Poop Brown Poop Brown My Rhyme is Poop Brown I'm kickin' it down and it's comin' at ya Poop Brown Poop Brown is the color of the axe that I play I throw the chord from my board and yo I'll do it all day Chump sound is what you're hearin' and it's makin you sweat You're thinkin' that we're through but we haven't started yet Brutha brown is the color of the feathers of a duck It's the color of the flaps on the bottom of my truck When I mix all the paints in my watercolor set Yo Poop is the color that I'm always gonna get Brown is the sound of the band that's playin' loud What I said is in your head and now it's draggin' you around That's why I'm talkin' to ya and all yer sayin' Yeah I grab the stage and turn the page and bust it out clear Poop Brown Poop Brown My Rhyme is Poop Brown I'm kickin' it down and it's comin' at ya Poop Brown It's that doo doo brown, recognize the sound Numbs is back for that crown or the royal You spoiled like Cleveland leavin' that sittan Numb without no feelin' Cheyanne land Zartan Chamelian As I ban to shape or form come back to swarm just like the Hornet Brown But fat to populate Laie town from then to now Poor just like a Chocolate Cow swing from right to left Neverending sole odd vacasie best believed the rule was def Swinging from right to left when I'm bruising your thought processes Making it hard for you to digest the top of the list the NUMBS exceeding the speed of sound when I'm hitting you in the chest with the best We got you crapping in your pants a poopy brown sort of mess Get burnt like umber found floating under The boardwalk with the lumber Mark Dago, Roo, and Gunnar It's a wonder that these dirty drawers Run thick like Rick crazy straws for you and yours Well of course I get by with no problemo though it seems You just might be that cherry in my chocolate covered dreams I keep it clean sometimes it's dusty, but I love the rap with an MC I'll beat you down in round three cuz I'm rad like Jack Dempsy Trigger and listen 'em in, I hit him with venom and did him in And again let a man by the bay hit him with rhythm Vitamin on the breaks I'm the man I'm watching a ball like other rappers into the ocean Bringing them back like Herbal Shive to a ding, Yo what's the potion? Why oh why did I need cappocino the brown nose get wrinkled We ________ on the single Out with the foundation laid in place by the taste of Numbs House Public Enemy number one you better believe you'll never find You shoulda known now Numbs 89 state of mind Curb hoppin' don't stop, let's take it from the top

We're not a ska band We're not a ska band We're not a ska band And this is not a ska song Well let us introduce ourselves, our name is CHUMP There's one reason why we came here and that's to make you jump Jump to the sound to the sound of the beat Because our lyrics and your face are col' gonna meet We're playin wild the style, the funky way we play Our style isn't ska because we all have got to say That ska music is a-ight, you know, but it just ain't our thing So McPhie and me will follow Vitamin D JG he's got an axe to grind he's doin' mighty fine He'll get the flowers to your house and he'll be there right on time Brutha D, he's drawin' pictures and he's speakin' foriegn tongues Cause our friend, he's got the groovy like a garden got dung We're not a ska band We're not a ska band We're not a ska band And this is not a ska song We play the rappin' music but we just don't have the ego People watch me on the stage can't believe it when we go BOOM we break it down and we ram it in your head We'll pick you up and put you down and put you in your bed We play the funky rappin' music that makes you have to dance We're lookin' like we're rappers 'cause we got the gangsta stance Gas shirt wearin' never swearin' on the stage and chicks are starin' 'Cause we got the moves like Samantha got Darrin We tried to play the offbeat rhythm but our conscience wouldn't let us If you're thinkin' that we're suckas then we know you've never met us When Rupey's shootin' hoops it's just like money in the bank The kid knows how to hoop it but he don't know how to skank That's why

I was thinkin' I was dope, you know I thought I was groovin'. When I hit the dance club, I thought I was movin'. I was checkin' out the ladies and I spyed a lrig, Thinkin' I could go and get her 'cause my hair was big. So I boogied over to her and I tried to make her mine, Reached into my grab bag and pulled out my favorite line. I asked her if she'd dance with me to which she said "No. I'm waitin' for the man to come who has the big AFRO." He's the Original MAN I gave up on the chicks and I went out to my vehicle, I Drove down to the fairground to watch the monster truck pull. I was rootin' for my favorite truck the one they call Grave Digger. Suddenly there came another truck that was much bigger. It started smashin' all the cars and trucks in the whole arena. I thought Bigfoot was bad but this car was meana. "Who could be the driver?" I asked myself, when The doors came open and I saw the man again. He's the Original MAN I wanted to be like him, so I tried to let my hair grow. I wasn't gonna cut it 'til I had the big AFRO. I didn't even touch it for 30 months or so. I skipped eleven barber shop appointments in a row. I thought that I had beat him, but I really didn't know. When suddenly behind me I heard someone say "hello" I turned around to see him and screamed the word "NO!" It was Original Man and I had fourteen feet to go. I asked him what his name was, he said my name is Jer. I said, "Yo, man, you got the flyest head of hair." I said, "where are you from?" He said, "I'm from Africa." "I don't know where that is, I got an D in geographica. All I know, my man," I said, "is that you can dance. When you get to movin', kid, it's like you're in a transe. I'd like to move like that, but I don't think that I can." That's because you're not the Original Man. He's the Original Man

Rupey's got the riffin' like a tractor got pull And Mo-T has got the rhyimin' just like a hick has got bull JG has got the angst like the Hulkster got a bald spot And we all got the groovy like our honeys got hot Daph-ne got the pig tails like the Dukes got the rebel Chump got cash like leaning tower got level Our crowd has got the jumpin' like Max Head got room We put the rhythm in the boom BOOM Yeah Cuz we're all about that Comin' atcha with the hooks and the lyrics much phat Vita D got the quickness like speedy got arriba And we all got the juice like Bill Nai got amoeba Brotha Rupey got the hair like a diet got fat JG's axe has got the crunch just like the mob has got gat Mo got the Carter like Tyson got punch Daph-ne got the honey like hut got lunch The music got bumpin' like Ruby got Vroom

I don't know where they get it maybe it's inherent The minute they get born the honies say it to their parents Growin' up they go to school to fill their heads with learnin' But the language that they're using keeps homies heads a turnin' My girlie sat me down said we gotta have a chat I knew just what was comin' but there was no turnin' back She started to talk but then just shook her head I waited for more, the words I knew I'd dread I waited for more, but the only thing she said was just I don't know, ya know? -- That's what she's sayin' to me I don't know, ya know? -- It haunts me everywhere I go I don't know, ya know? -- The words I can't believe I don't know, ya know? -- My jaw just hit the floor I don't know, ya know? -- I turned but couldn't leave I don't know, ya know? -- Huh? I left the conversation not one word wiser I couldn't understand her, nor could I advise her I thought and thought about it but it did me no good My stomach was a growlin so I went to get food At the Hut I saw my homie he was grubbin' it up I cruised over and set next to him and gave him a "sup?" He said, "You left us to chat with your lrig the other day" "I heard you had a talkin', kid, what did she say?" I heard she sat you down, bro, what did she say?" I said, I don't know, ya know? -- That's what she's sayin' to me I don't know, ya know? -- It haunts me everywhere I go I don't know, ya know? -- The words I can't believe I don't know, ya know? -- My jaw just hit the floor I don't know, ya know? -- I turned but couldn't leave I don't know, ya know? -- Huh? So I go up to the counter to order my meal The dude at the counter tries to offer me a deal He said what do you want and I tried to tell him what But the words just weren't a comin', I couldn't cough 'em up The only thing I could think of were those five stupid words I repeated and repeated them but he just wouldn't learn He just kept starin' so I looked him in the eye It's like I don't know you know I said, now get it or you'll die Now I can't seem to think of anything to say I'm tryin' and I'm tryin' but this curse won't go away I hear 'em in my head they're with me everywhere I go It seems as if there are only five words that I know Everytime I talk, the only words that flow are just I don't know, ya know? -- That's what she's sayin' to me I don't know, ya know? -- It haunts me everywhere I go I don't know, ya know? -- The words I can't believe I don't know, ya know? -- My jaw just hit the floor I don't know, ya know? -- I turned but couldn't leave I don't know, ya know? -- Huh?