it's the apocalypse got a mouth full of lambs blood
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
now he's searchin' for his pontiac
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
cloggin' my arteries in the drive-thru at arby's
so put another dime in the jukebox baby!
put another dime and dance with me!
the aliens have landed get your hands clappin'
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
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!
so put another dime in the jukebox baby!
put another dime and dance with me!