Dance With Me Lyrics

Get your hands up The sky's falling Get your hands up It's the apocalypse
Got a mouth full of lambs blood Dam broke down The whole town flooded Your man couldn't cut it
Got his fake ass gutted He muttered something monotoned 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 high 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 ateries than the drive-through at Arby's
Singin', 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 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 Micheal 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 Amelie
Oh, so you think you can rap So you walk eight miles and you think you can rap That's cuter than the Olsen pre-dope but your crack Or havin' a teddy bear tattooed up on your back
Singin', 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