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 breathe
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 my politic
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 all 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 price grows
opening for my goals
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
(ohh!)
So you think you can rap?
So you walk 8 miles
And you think you can rap?
That's cuter than the Olsens pre-taught 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!
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