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Intro: Eminem making sounds Ok... Guess who's back? (back, back) Back again (gain, gain) Shady's back (back back) Tell a friend (friend, friend) Oooooo Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright Stop!.. Pajama time Verse 1: Come here little kiddies, On my lap Guess who's back with a brand new rap? And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation and accusates Ahahahahah No worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise? I done touched on everything, but little boys That's not a stab at Michael That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho I go a little bit crazy sometimes I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes Good God, dip, do a little slide Bend down, touch your toes and just glide Up the center of the dance floor Like TP for my bunghole And it's cool if you let one go Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it? Give a little "poot poot", it's OK! [Fart Sound] Oops my cd just skipped And everyone just heard you let one rip Chorus: Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you're my world Alright now lose it Ahahaha Just lose it Ahahahahah Go crazy Ahahahahah Oh baby Ahah Oh baby, baby Aha Verse 2: It's Friday and it's my day Just to party all the way to sunday Maybe til monday, I dunno what day Everyday's just a holiday Crusin' on the freeway Feelin' kinda breezy Got the top down, lettin' my hair blow I dunno where I'm goin' All I know is when I get there Someone's gonna "touch my body" Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair? Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out? (Yeah) Now, what's your name girl? What's your sign? [Dr Dre] "Man, you must be up out your mind" DRE! Ahah Beer goggles Blind! I'm just tryna unwind, now I'm Chorus: Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you're my world Alright now lose it Ahahahah Just lose it Ahahahah Go crazy Ahahahah Oh baby Ahah Oh baby, baby Ahah Verse 3: It's Tuesday and I'm locked up I'm in jail and I don't know what happend They say I was running butt naked Down the street screaming (HA-HA-HA-HA-HA) Well I'm sorry, I don't remember All I know is this much I'm not guilty They said, "Save it, boy we gotcha you on tape yellin' at an old lady 'touch my body!'" Now this is the part where the rap breaks down It gets real intense, no one makes a sound Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves Snap back to reality Oh there's B-Rabbit Yo you signed me up to battle!? I'm a grown man! Chubba chubba chubba chubba chubba chubbie I don't have any lines to go right here so, chubba teletubbie! Fella's (WHAT?!) Fella's (WHAT?!) Grab you left nut, make right one jealous (what?) Black girls White girls Skinny girls Fat girls Tall girls Small girls I'm callin' all girls Everyone report to the dance floor It's your chance for a little romance whore Butt squeezin' it's the season Just go Ahahahah It's so appeasin' Chorus: Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Girl you know you're my world Alright now lose it Ahahahah Just lose it Ahahahah Go crazy Ahahahah Oh baby ahah Oh baby, baby ahah Outro: UmMmMmm touch my body UmMmMmm touch my body Ooh boy just touch my body I mean girl just touch my body |
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