Pump Me Up

Pump, pump, pump, pump me up!
Uh!

Come on!
I said come on!
I said come on!

Rappers might be willing, but they ain't able
'Cause I was that king straight from my cradle
I screamed and hollered and shook my rattle
And dreamt of defeating them all in battle
There wasn't no food in my silver spoon
So I grew up hard and I grew up soon
I'm a righteous king but I'm hungry too
And I eat up chumps that rap like you
Then I met this shark and his name was Jaws
He was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours
I started writing my rhymes, the shark grew and grew
But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew
Hah, the shark got sick, and then he exploded
'Cause he didn't realize that my rhymes was loaded
They flew in the air, and into the sea
And the whole universe knew the king was me

Come on!
I said come on!
I said come on!

I'm not a laser beam or a diamond mine
Or a platinum watch or some vintage wine
I'm not a pocketful of pearls, I'm an oil well
Like black gold, baby, I melt and melt
And to all the fly girls, I come off hard
The slightest wink or nod makes me your god
All my problems are small, so my pockets are large
And when I walk in the door, baby, I'm in charge
I treat ladies like jewels and diamond rings
On my fingers, on my arms, on everything
On the streets, on the sheets, I can't be beat
So don't ask where's the beef, baby, here's the meat
I'm gonna give you some soap, a towel, and a cup
'Cause the bum MCs are all washed up
Put your women on the line with the rest of my crew
So I can make love to her and annihilate you
Pump, pump (Me up!) Me what? (Me up!)
Hah! (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up!)

I'm like a genie in your lamp, a face on your stamp
The hip-hop rock, the microphone champ
Got a knockout voice like a Rolls-Royce
Got it ranked the number one to be the people's choice
'Cause you hummer-ding, then you hummer-dong
It's just like a friendly game of ping-pong
When you're hitting the ball upside the paddle
It's just like cowboy riding on a saddle
Up above your head is the flashing light
'Cause I can rock to the beat on any God-given night
Like to rock, like to roll, like to entertain
While my car's outside, you're waiting for the train
The train to the bus, the bus to whatever
And I'm the MC to rock in any type of weather
I'm the bowlegged brother, there'll never be another
I bought a mansion for my mother

Come on!
I said come on!
I said come on!

I got a certain cool that breaks the rules
That get me paid in lots of jewels
And the women are calling day and night
That's proof I'm getting mine like a thief in the night
Because Skork is known as the singer
The quiet storm that lovers didn't linger
I will not change 'cause it's in my blood
I'm like dynamite and you're a rapping dud
And if the future is here in the making
Then why I can't be part of the taking?
'Cause you know I like cars and fancy women
That give me good love in the beginning
A bubble bath and candlelight
And girls saying, "Skork, you alright?"
So stop standing there like you're from above
And just relax yourself and get in this tub

(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up!)
Pump, pump (Me up!) Me what? (Me up!)
Hah! (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up!)