• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Boing Boing - Insane Clown Posse
• Boing Boing - RZA
• Boing Boing - Powderfinger

Bitches get sprung when I walk by
I dunno if its my ass, or maybe cuz I talk fly
But no lie, as soon as I speak to em
They all want me to screw em
I introduce myself, and panties start falling
No dinner-dates, fuck stalling
Your girl, his wife, it don't matter
They all want this dick-hole platter
It's dangerous for any chick on my arm
Other hoes wanna cause em bodily harm
Maybe cuz I wear my jeans so tight
But they all fight for the right to fuck me all night
These hoes wanna kiss any time any place
And have clown paint smudged all over their face
They steal my number, catch me on the internet
And tell me all how they nedens are dripping wet
Bitches hang around my home like stray cats
Trying to catch a motherfucker shirtless
Could be my profile, or my haircut (whut)
But I turn sweetie boos into sluts
(I take it in in the butt, that's what the lady at the store said
Chick up at Walgreen's offering head
I'm like 'Whoa', and I'm getting free food up at Subway
Every bitch and her mama love J
I can't help but spring these hoes
And they all wanna fuck me
They come to me
And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung
Boing, boing
And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung
Boing, boing
I can't help but spring these hoes
And they all wanna fuck me
They come to me
And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung
Boing, boing
And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung
Boing, boing
Your old lady's got eyes for me
And I know when you're fucking her, she cries for me
Female judges sentence me to do time
I tell them all, make a singe-file (tit? dick?)-line
Ugly ducklings, and beautiful angels
They all dropping their thongs to they ankles
Maybe it's my cologne, RightGuard
I dunno, but for this dick, yo, they fighting hard
Hoes love throwing they panties at me
Poop-stains and all, my brain's in awe
Is it my swagger? Or is it my juice? Why?
They want a piece of this wang-nut pie
I could be itching my athlete's feet
And hoes be like 'Awww, that's so sweet!'
And everything translates to sex
Bitches begging me to flex my pecks
Slipping me their digits, turn around and goose me
Fighting off ten at a time, like fucking Jet Li
Shit's ridiculous, I'm like 'Slow down'
I got plenty of pipe to go around
Two are in the kitchen, three in the bathtub
I'm with somebody fat wife making mad love
Real women of the worldwide Juggalos
You can ask my bitch, yo mama knows!
I can't help but spring these hoes
And they all wanna fuck me
They come to me
And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung
Boing, boing
And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung
Boing, boing
I can't help but spring these hoes
And they all wanna fuck me
They come to me
And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung
Boing, boing
And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung
Boing, boing
I can't help but spring these hoes
And they all wanna fuck me
They come to me
And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung
Boing, boing
And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung
Boing, boing
I can't help but spring these hoes
And they all wanna fuck me
They come to me
And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung
Boing, boing
And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung
Boing, boing

[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman} ]
Yo this is Westwood
I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight
And just walked into this studio some of the hottest UK cats out there
My man Skinnyman {Woah, woah}, Blade
And Mr. Tibbs what's the deal? What you got for me?
{Yeah we got ya the new banger Tim straight from RZA
Straight from the Wu-Tang}

(Yeah representin' live all my UK hip hop heads in the North Side, el tarno)
Down it's gonna bang in ya face, lets go
[Skinnyman (RZA)]
Regardless, I'll be here bringin' it heartless
Ruthless, to the death I'll stand for the truth yes
My God given talent is all that I can do best
Keep spittin' over these tracks and leavin' you blessed
So who requested my time on the set
Skinnyman's what you get, so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet
Ya best upthreat cuz it gets better yet
I'm that deft intellect, them boy they don't pent
So who requested Wu-Tang on the set (it's the RZA)
What you get so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet
We'll never let anybody else step
Or ever come with anything less for what you'd expect
If you pass me the mic then I'll gladly accept
I'll take it to the street, show you how rough it can get
Cuz everybody knows this rappin' thing isn't happenin'
Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again
Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again
Then we break it down then just deal with the matter then
So how you'd think a British ghetto youth feels
He can't get a record deal but he can get drugs to deal
He can't get a job but he can go for rob and steel
Lookin' for a mill' while you screamin' "keep it real!"
So I'll just stand here with this mic that I hold
Request the higher force to sweep over my soul
So I can fulfill my dream, go for my goals
I'm sick of spendin' every late night out of role
[Chorus: RZA]
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
Blade makes the party bza Boing, Boing
[Blade]
Calm but still merciless, rugged on impact
Explosive, leavin' nuttin' but rubber with a spinback
Snap a photo with your camera, capture the stamina
Hand it to a amature, show him how to damage a
Live set, make him feel the full effect
And yet still make it hard to detect and what's left?
Four men remain standin' like Gladiators
When the dusk clears nuttin' for the average ears
For years its been the same with minds of the artillery
God forgave us all for the merciless delivery
Holdin' the tools of the trade with a death grip
Rememberin' the times when nothin' was right, we was desperate
Dreams blown to smithereens, turned into nightmares with screams
There's a world of CREAM
If all goes correct we can stash supreme
Feed the fiend cuz that's the way it was meant to have been
You should of seen the comin', the language is universal
One time perfect attack with no rehearsal
Shook the Earth for what it's worth
You're in danger of a takeover, and it's analysed as global
We can find them whatever your predictions
Enterin' the realm unknown with no restricitons
It might be hard to believe
We invade, we conquer and lead
[Chorus: RZA]
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
Cuz even though it's fuck free, it's all about the paper
I love to live expensive, smoke like I'm in Jamiaca
Even when I'm broke I think I'm like but a creater
Avoids the green, even from my early teens
???????? in need of CREAM seen (seen)
But then I had a dream 'bout bein' the best rapper
But that ain't what it seems, next chapter
That's spreadin' the word
Inspiration from the hurb is what you hear when I got heard
I sat back and observed most of the men that shined before me
All that respect, keeper know 'nough of them will bore me
Singin' the same story, I'm better than you
And to tell you the truth most of them men are shut fools
We asked them in the struggle to make ends meet
That's why I told these MCs that talk is cheap
You might think you know Tibbs, you don't know me
Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps
[Chorus: RZA]
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
[RZA]
With your high pitched face like eye liner
If the black gat bust you get struck by the side winder
You can't block and stop it when I spotted
I shoot like Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit
Aimin' at the top fighter
Who I mighta have thirty thousand kids spark the lighter
And set flames to the sky, we aim high
The baseline kick like the kid from Shang-Hi
Make your bubble bust, cuddle up from the rubble thrust
You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up
To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot
Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot
Ya bum bastards, son I come classic
Frame won't last the length of my matchstick
Drunk off the Hennessey V.S. stop the B.S.
I'm still off to catch the CREAM like P.S.
Jake was makin' that green
People always say what the hell does that mean
[Chorus: RZA]
With Skinny man he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bza Blade he makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing

There's nothing to say but she came and then she went through
Her cardamom powder sneeze raised the old hotel roof
There's nothing to play so we swam into the rockpool
Habits are breaking me so we broke thru to the other side
Original cyber freak waved in through the sun roof
Double allergic wheeze spoiled the phantom flow through
Neighbourhood of disease paved the way to fondue
Habits are breaking me so we broke through to the other side
We broke through to the other side
We broke through to the other side