bombs on, chemical tanks In the norfolk, virginia - or near the norfolk, virginia naval base The bombs were safely.." [verse four - chubb rock] Well hostility jumps on
make a Rap record that had the pace of a slow song Quiet a storm chillin' while the fire is warm You and your girl with this record on Your radio or
so obvious It's No one it's no fun Putos talking shit and they just go on and go on (so on) I'm giving you something to go on I got myself an Oldie CD
murderin motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it! [Chorus] GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!) GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!) GET! (ON
On the porch, on the porch Smoking reefa Yeah Yeah I woke up early Saturday morning, sick off Rhemy and brews Wit a hang over from blues Hurl on my clothes
course Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees African killers bees, black watch On your radio, blowin' out yo' watts From Park Hill, the house on
the sweet, sweet rock 'n' roll playing on the radio I tried hard to fight my feelings down I tried to hide 'em inside, tried to push your love away But you must have seen the fire
ad So I turned on my Conelrad but I didn't pay the Con Ed bill So the radio didn't work so well, turned on my record player It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny
Standing on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest And me, I'm in a rock and roll band Riding in a Stutz Bearcat
knockin' on my back door I can't jump from the second floor Turn up the radio higher and higher Rock and roll music set my ears on fire When I was stone
hair The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough it ought to have a proper home Dead fat or rich nobody?s left to bitch about the goings' on
Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, even St. Elmo's Fire She rocked out to Wham Not a big Limp Biskit fan Thought she'd get a hand On a member of Duran
was singin' on the way to work in my car I wanna be a country rock star (Country rock star) I wanna be a country rock star (Country rock star) (Country rock star) (Country rock
Make me rockin' mad Burning, burning Burning just like fire Burning, burning Burning just like fire Burning, burning Burning just like fire Burning, burning Burning just like fire I say, hey rock
Flipped on my TV Images come to me Looks like a world gone wrong Turned on my radio No, it's another Joe rock star just selling songs We've got quick
, she knows every line Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, even St. Elmo's Fire She rocked out to Wham!, not a big Limp Bizkit fan Thought she'd get a hand on
't stop cause baby we keep rocking Cause baby we keep rocking We don't stop cause baby we keep rocking Cause baby we keep rocking This is for the radio
bitch and poke you.... [Proof] Stick it in there....rock with my cock on sky rock Knock ya eye out the sock...(sock) Get..(get) yeah we come to rock....(