Dance With Me
[Verse 1]
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 muttered something monotone
Under his breath
Now he’s out first round
With his hand on his chest
Must have been a cardiac
Now he’s searching for his Pontiac
To get back to a bar attack
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, low brow, over bomb beats
Cloggin’ more arteries than the drive-thru at Arby’s
[Chorus]
Singin’ I love rock ‘n’ roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock ‘n’ roll
Put another dime in, dance with me!
[Verse 2]
Get your hands clappin’
The aliens have landed
Get your hands clappin’
Damn, I’m dope
Been rockin’ since a zygote
It won’t stop the price crossers opening for my ghost
‘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
And I’m callin’ up your sister and we’re cuddling to Amélie
Oh! So you think you can rap
So you walk eight miles and you think you can rap
That’s cuter than the Olsens pre-coke, bitch and crack
Or havin’ a teddy bear tattooed up on your back
[Chorus]
Singin’ I love rock ‘n’ roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock ‘n’ roll
Put another dime in, dance with me!