dance with me

get your hands up

the sky's falling

get your hands up

it's the apocalypse got a mouth full of lambs blood

the dam broke down

the whole town flooded

your man couldn't cut it got his fake ass gutted

he uttered something monotone under his breath

now he's out first round with his hand on his chest

must've been a cardiac

now he's searchin' for his pontiac

to get back to?

to brush up on his battle rap

we hit the hi-hats and make it clap

we wear plaid after labor day and still get ass

we're high-class

lowbrow

over? beats

cloggin' my arteries in the drive-thru at arby's

i love rock 'n roll

so put another dime in the jukebox baby!

i love rock 'n roll

put another dime and dance with me!

get your hands clappin'

the aliens have landed get your hands clappin'

damn i'm dope

been rockin' since a zygote

it wont stop the? opening for/with?

'cause everybody knows that i've been backin' the fans

my rhymes touch more kids than michael jackson's hands

i'm iller than thriller

stiffer than a zombie

gagged with abercrombie while your girl rides up on me

then i'm callin' up your sister and we're cuddlin' to amelie

so you think you can rap?

so you walk 8 miles and you think you can rap?

that's cuter than the olsens pre? crack

or havin' a teddy bear tattooed up on your back!

i love rock 'n roll

so put another dime in the jukebox baby!

i love rock 'n roll

put another dime and dance with me!