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 a ??   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-blown 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!