Bloodhound Gang Dimes Lyrics

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 moon walked 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 kind of 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

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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

[Chorus:]

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 DJs hit pause when I waltz in,

my thoughts enthrall crowds for hours and it would come at no surprise if I had magical powers, poof

Buy me 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 them panties drop when I drop knowledge

Danger was my middle name but I changed it in college

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[Chorus]

Make them motherfuckers sweat [x12]

Make them disco babies wet

Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick

Get stuck in her head like porn star dick

[x2]

Make them motherfuckers sweat

Make them motherfuckers sweat

Make them motherfuckers sweat

Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick

Make them motherfuckers sweat

Make them motherfuckers sweat

Make them motherfuckers sweat

Get stuck in her head like porn star dick

[x2]