Tumble Bus (feat. John Francy & Windross95) Video (MV)

Kick open the door and hit the floor for
Me, Johnny D, armed with only the
Ability to resurrect the dead from the grave
F*ck around and find out just how the game's played
Man, cheat codes are useless, the final boss too
There's nothing that I can say to prepare you
For this mash of rotten rhymes we regurgitate
Stoop kid, 'fraid leave your inhibitions in their place
We don't want no trouble
We don't want no fuss
Just a little scuffle
On the tumble bus
Imma be a monster
Ripped out my own tonsils
Threw 'em on your console
Eatin' all your waffles
Bust a trè flip on your grave
Continue to play shit, got time to save
God save the queen and taste the flav
Yeah boi, got ice cream, come and stay!
On the patio, I'm nasty like a scrappy hoe
Lockin' the crib after I shat out a sloppy joe
We don't want no trouble
We don't want no fuss
Just a little scuffle
On the tumble bus
The typical writer's block
Blocked back by my black cuckoo clock
It gets us where we're goin' and it's growin' - tick tock
This song is just a mess, not the best, I confess
The rest of the beat's just the chorus, it repeats
It's short like Mini Me but it's a sure recipe, see
We don't wanna strèss our feet (nah-uh)
We got poorly written lyrics that caress the beat
We don't want no trouble
We don't want no fuss
Just a little scuffle
On the tumble bus
We don't want no trouble
We don't want no fuss
Just a little scuffle
On the tumble bus