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 arteries 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.. Ohhhh!. 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!