The act of rubbing your ass across your partners face during intercourse and leaving a Mississippi mud track.
Damn boy, I hooked up with this bitch last night, bitch would not stop screaming so I gave that bitch a Mississippi mud track.
by physiqz March 20, 2010

a black or ghetto female that always has the nappyest track!!!!!!! and makes any nigga wanna buy her a comb! lol
by sjh!!! October 4, 2009

by Grand Jury Fury Eddie O January 13, 2013

real nibba 1: ayo blood lemme hear dat new new beethoven
real nibba 2: ight bet lets Bump Some Tracks
real nibba 2: ight bet lets Bump Some Tracks
by YeeezyBusta July 26, 2018

A far less then semi-desirable male, often hailing from central Kern County, or as the locals call it "Bako", with an elevated sense of self-worth so far removed from reality that it leaves women immobile, speechless, and with a look of horrified confusion
Guy: Hey mama, you know you want me, I'm Race Track Sexy
Girl:..........(vomits but swallows it as to not show fear and weakness)..........(slowly backs away).....
Girl:..........(vomits but swallows it as to not show fear and weakness)..........(slowly backs away).....
by MindYourMerkin August 14, 2017

A scientific publication of mediocre quality published in a respectable scientific journal exclusively thanks to connections of the senior author. The connections are frequently a result of doing a PhD in a respectable lab at a respectable university under a supervision of a professor with a respectable reputation. The 'tenure track paper' doesn't really explain anything of scientific merit and usually has only one objective - to fill out one spot in a necessary publications quota of the senior author to secure the permanent Associate Professor position within the university, aka the tenure.
A: "What do you think of the paper of Long which just came out recently?"
B: "I'm wondering why he is getting paid to do this "research". Classic 'tenure track paper'...
B: "I'm wondering why he is getting paid to do this "research". Classic 'tenure track paper'...
by MMs November 4, 2014

Having blown their cash on a then-state-of-the-art sound system for the band truck, the guys only had enough to buy one tape. For the last five decades, Martha and the Vandellas had been singing endlessly in his head - "It's like a heatwave, burnin' in my hea-a-art, can't keep from a-cry-in', tearin' me apa-a-art", his personal 8 track tapeworm.
by Monkey's Dad March 8, 2020
