Bassheads Gangrene

[Intro: Samples]
Yeah, boy! Turn up that!
Ayo, turn up the…
Bass! Bass! Bass! Bass! Bass! Bass!
Bass! Bass! Bass! Bass! Bass! Bass!

[Verse 1: Oh No]
Just like a basshead, I can't live without my shit hittin'
The back of the car, it sound like somebody kickin' it
Pop the trunk where it all goes down
Then roll by slow just to shake up your town
And the whip is filled with that low bass sound
They say you won't be hearing anything you play it that loud

‘Cause of that, ‘cause of that
‘Cause of that, ‘cause of that
‘Cause of my, ‘cause of my
They say that, they say that

Then tell them all to back up
And let me get my space, homie
I see you mad, you ain't talkin', but yeah, your face show me
I'm at the light and I'm bumpin', you smell the dody?
Just turn it up louder as soon as you pass the police
Maxing up the volume, like, "Fuck it! You cannot own me."
Tell him that you don’t know me, talk to the sub only