This is a song about "Pumped"

Got the whole crowd to jump,that's how i know they're pumped

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

No where to be found, that motivated me to do better and it got me pumped

Making her pumped talking absurd

It's a fools fatewithout your word

I need my respect, you can keep all the features

Lyrics are a thesis, pumped through speakers

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Or just a punk but that fucking shit gets my adrenalin pumped.

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her