3OH!3 - 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 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 breath 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 ??? 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 ??? 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 ??? opening for/with ??? '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 ??? 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!