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Dance, You Fuckers

from MC Horse Rides Again! by The Grammar Club

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Mad sex appeal, but it ain't doing nothing
Turn to a badass, bloop, hit the button
Tried to be friends, but those dickholes be fronting
Hang with your lady cause she always up to something

Whispers "Beef, I be ready to go"
Head right down to the liquor store
Just go fast cause I can't do slow
Don't worry cause I don't love no more
Race all day but the gears they rust
Pretty little smile with a face you trust
Resurrect like it's From The Dust
Sit on my face? Baby that's a must

I can't believe it, but I think I'm stealing your girlfriend
They way I come and make ya move you swear that I was a whirlwind
But I promise, just a pastor with a message of hope
Your messiah, syronarra, taking shots with the Pope
Scientists and metalists don't believe that I exist
Chupacabbra, but no cabbra, just replace it with tits
Like a teacher with no lesson. PhD is in bliss
I'm in your basement with your bong, I'm taking really big rips

But I was here from the start, better than you all
Was hated when I said it, but no one was yelling False
Thought that we should bring it back, you can reminisce
And if you didn't like the first one you can suck on our dicks
so don't Play with it baby, yo just put it to work
Call rapper, call me Beefy, or just call me a jerk
Yeah ya know me from tw3rp. Maybe know me from the webternets
I'm rocking for the tattooed hotty playing with your starter decks

There is no fun to be had
All the pain and mistakes won't go away
No thought, I'm just taking a drag
But the girl round the corner always knows just what to say
And maybe I'm wrong
Or maybe I'm the rightest motherfucker you haven't paid attention to in far too long
But it ain't so bad
When ya send yourself to heaven on a yeah yeah yeah!!

Cool storm, I ride the lightning like Raiden
Sadly still I just have one language to write in
Poseidon is drowning me. I struggle to speak
May the wicked be punished, earth goes to the meek

So chic, I flutter to a finish like a monarch
Seconds if ya need it to discover just who I are
Or who I isn't, microphonin' is a business
I'm not in it for the money, I'm just in it for the bitches

A long time yo I've only known victory
Haters be so sick of me, giving me no dignity
Pacing and so jittery, stickin me with some bigotry
Rocking some ring glittery, angry and contradictory
They dissin' me! They must not know I'm known to fire back
Hit ya with a heart attack and you ain't even 40 yet
Silicon domes, get along little doggies
I'm looking for nice hotties who wanna know somebodies
Pay off the bad bobbies, in jail for narcotties
Then hack you bank accounts with my buddy from the Rockies
Try to stop me. Pretend like you could
But I'll just smack your little bottom like your parents probably should

But I was here from the start, better than you all
Was hated when I said it, but no one was yelling False
Thought that we should bring it back, you can reminisce
And if you didn't like the first one you can suck on our dicks
so don't Play with it baby, yo just put it to work
Call rapper, call me Beefy, or just call me a jerk
Yeah ya know me from tw3rp. Maybe know me from the webternets
I'm rocking for the tattooed hotties playing with your starter decks

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from MC Horse Rides Again!, released December 25, 2010
Production by Ty Guenley

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Album art by Ricky Henry and Joe Dunn

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