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

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-thru 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

Cos 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!