THE GROOVER
Filthy dirty bassline pounding, anytime night or day
A 303 was never for me, pull four strings all the way
Screaming breathing, ecstasy in harmony, Rising from the waves
Giving life to that which should have never been, exhuming the graves
I got bass, gonna stick it in your face, It’s what I live to do
Feel that quake, foundations shake, and the bassline’s aimed at you.
It’s been too much, you’re such a lovely audience of mine
And though at first it makes you sick, I know that you can take it if you try.
Lower than the guts of a snake in a cattletrack, tell you what I’m gonna do
Spank that plank, get down and skank, like funk soul mothers do
Twisting, fisting, all my lines are blistering, heavy metal wall of sound
A world of Hertz and a barrel of dirt, gonna shake it ‘til the sun goes down
Deep enough to dump a body, ain’t no shallow grave
Unplug your ears, uncross your legs, and be my willing slave.
If noise annoys then I’m your toy, I got a deep down thing for you
The frequency is driving me, and I know what I must do
Pull those strings like a wild thing baby, get a grip around the neck
Just like a woman who’s got four ears, fat arse, no arms or legs
Make it so, go with the flow, and dig that rhythm sound,
Come together frantically and drop that fucker down.