The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
BAMMMMMM!
I’m like a hand grenade about to pop in seconds
My therapy wicked shit on these records
And I’m trying to shine when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I break your spine
Right there,
I just visionaried that shit
So deep in your gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me from making
that really happen?
It did happen right here in my rapping
You know how many bitches I fucked off this?
I’m talking fine ass hoes
And look at me, I ain’t shit
And yet super ass hotties be blowing my shit up
And half the time I don’t even show up
We roll with the hatchet like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then some merch
We travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spitting wicked shit rhymes
Some fucking how...
(Chorus x2)
We’re spitting
(Live shows)
We’re fucking
(Fine hoes)
Somehow as
(Time goes)
How’d it all happen?
(I don’t know)
I hate people
I get into fights everyday
It seems like everybody feel like they got something to say
To a clown
Haters aside I still ride plush
If I ain’t riding spinners
I’m in an 8th street tour bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain’t ever really flied over there
I don’t fucking know
It just happened like that
And plus the phat fact that we can rap bitch
I roll deep, even if I go for chip dip
And ain’t a bitch I meet that don’t sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever made anybody an expert?
If we can do it, shit
Fuck that we did it
So what the fuck is your idea bitch?
Come with it
Our shit paid off and we never get laid off
And we never get played so we never fade off
Some fucking how....
(Chorus x2)
We’re spitting
(Live shows)
We’re fucking
(Fine hoes)
Somehow as
(Time goes)
How’d it all happen?
(I don’t know)
I got some woods by my house
And they all mine
I’m about to put a gate up around them
And let loose a lion
Cause it would fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And they be licking my toes
When I be writing these rhymes
And I’m a fucking mind it
Bitches sometimes damn
I just can’t believe it when I be fucking them
They look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass humping them
Back in the day you bitches never woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in your fucking ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, it's hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know that they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for this shit
I bought my momma a crib and told her to quit
Some fucking how...
(Chorus x2)
We’re spitting
(Live shows)
We’re fucking
(Fine hoes)
Somehow as
(Time goes)
How’d it all happen?
(I don’t know)
It's been real
Some fucking how
On the real though
Some fucking how...
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
BAMMMMMM!
I’m like a hand grenade about to pop in seconds
My therapy wicked shit on these records
And I’m trying to shine when I spit this rhyme
Punch you in the gut so hard I break your spine
Right there,
I just visionaried that shit
So deep in your gut I hit your spine and cracked it
What the fuck is stopping me from making
that really happen?
It did happen right here in my rapping
You know how many bitches I fucked off this?
I’m talking fine ass hoes
And look at me, I ain’t shit
And yet super ass hotties be blowing my shit up
And half the time I don’t even show up
We roll with the hatchet like nuns role with church
And to us, the hatchet means more then some merch
We travel, seen the Grand Canyon 66 times
Spitting wicked shit rhymes
Some fucking how...
(Chorus x2)
We’re spitting
(Live shows)
We’re fucking
(Fine hoes)
Somehow as
(Time goes)
How’d it all happen?
(I don’t know)
I hate people
I get into fights everyday
It seems like everybody feel like they got something to say
To a clown
Haters aside I still ride plush
If I ain’t riding spinners
I’m in an 8th street tour bus
Packed clubs, England, Aussie everywhere
And we ain’t ever really flied over there
I don’t fucking know
It just happened like that
And plus the phat fact that we can rap bitch
I roll deep, even if I go for chip dip
And ain’t a bitch I meet that don’t sip dick
Think about it clown paint, rap songs, hard work
Who the fuck ever made anybody an expert?
If we can do it, shit
Fuck that we did it
So what the fuck is your idea bitch?
Come with it
Our shit paid off and we never get laid off
And we never get played so we never fade off
Some fucking how....
(Chorus x2)
We’re spitting
(Live shows)
We’re fucking
(Fine hoes)
Somehow as
(Time goes)
How’d it all happen?
(I don’t know)
I got some woods by my house
And they all mine
I’m about to put a gate up around them
And let loose a lion
Cause it would fuck up them 3 dogs of mine
And they be licking my toes
When I be writing these rhymes
And I’m a fucking mind it
Bitches sometimes damn
I just can’t believe it when I be fucking them
They look good enough to be up in a magazine or something
With my scrubby ass humping them
Back in the day you bitches never woulda even look my way
Not even if I ran up in your fucking ear and yelled "HEY"
Watching TV, it's hatchet signs in the crowd
Letting every mothafucking body know that they proud
How the fuck am I supposed to get used to this freshness?
Half the fucking time I just front and stay breathless
And fuck man somehow we get paid for this shit
I bought my momma a crib and told her to quit
Some fucking how...
(Chorus x2)
We’re spitting
(Live shows)
We’re fucking
(Fine hoes)
Somehow as
(Time goes)
How’d it all happen?
(I don’t know)
It's been real
Some fucking how
On the real though
Some fucking how...
Lyrics submitted by th1rt3en
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