Dance With Me Lyrics - 3oh!3

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