I can feel the bass from the ceiling to the basement,
I don’t feel a thing, get the fuck up out my face, bitch!
I don’t feel a thing, yeah, I’m faded, yeah, I’m shaded,
I don’t feel a thing, I can feel the bass, I can feel the bass.
Distorted, distorted records,
Distorted, distorted records,
Distorted records, distorted records,
Distorted records.
What more distorted records do you have?
First things first, I done heard the worst things,
Like if I’m in your top 10, mine’s better be the first name,
Out your mouth ain’t even worth sayin’,
Little niggas is my offsprings,
They deserve a nigga first name, middle name, surname.
From another planet, birthplace cloud 9, hello, earthlings!
My newest President a asshole,
I guess that’s why I’m leavin’ turd stains.
My ex used to chill with bad tings,
All they talk about was bird things,
Try to put them on the Bad Brains,
Bird hoes got the bird brains.
Everything I do groundbreak,
Big body make the floor break,
Big bass make the world shake,
Flacko out here causin’ earthquakes.
Uh, I can feel the bass, uh, I can see the fakes,
Word to T.D. Jakes, uh, word to Pastor Mase and Kirk Franklin.
Fuck what niggas think, I’m about the bank,
Comma, dollar signs, I’m about my Franklins,
I can feel the bass.
Distorted, distorted records,
Distorted, distorted records,
Distorted records, distorted records,
Distorted records.