You look good, shut the door. If I get mine, you'll get yours. (Ah leave the lights on). Girl, if I get mine then you'll get yours. . Baby, bounce to my rhythm, I be radiatin static.
Alright, now. Boom sha lock lock boom. Boom sha lock lock boom. Boom sha lock lock boom. Boom sha lock lock boom. . I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror.
The house of pain. The house of pain. The house of pain. . Yo, the time has come. For everyone to clean up their own backyard. Before they go knocking on their neighbor's door.