Lyrics:
(YAYYYY!!!)
Greetings Earthly beings!
You have reached
The most entertaining
Radio station in the galaxy!
I go by the name of $eventeen
And you just tuned in
the kill
Dance like you're on fire
Oh, go crazy on yourself
Your Last Rites sung by the choir
You can't control this anyway
Dance like you're
Boys, boys
Boys, boys
Boys are young, boys are old
Most men act like boys I'm told
Just ask a boy his point of view
He'll run that man stuff
night time clean out the sky
You know it's a little hot boy let me get two more
Pop and it's gone that's the power of light And you don't understand you
d'oeuvres
Why, we only live to serve
Try the grey stuff, it's delicious
Don't believe me? Ask the dishes
They can sing
They can dance
After all, Miss,
the throat
And throw it in the ocean
You're real tonight you move my soul
Let's cruise out of the dance war
Come out your house and dance your dance
Shake
the rhymes and Hammer foots to dance with
Yo, let's get the dead party jumpin'
Rappers are crazy wack, and ain't sayin' nothin'
While people are steady,
the ocean
You're real tonight you move my soul
Let's cruise out of the dance war
Come out your house and dance your dance
Shake that fascist groove thang
You're real tonight you move my soul
Let's cruise out of the dance war
Come out your house and dance your dance
Shake that fascist groove thang
(Shake
no good
Hot you ass I feel your power
Hitler proves that funky stuff
Is not for you and me girl
Europe's an unhappy land
They've had their
you can't see this
Me and God coming to you hot and ready, no little Cesar's, no deep dish
But we coming dripping hard with the sauce
Pockets full
to hide inside a fridge
I do what's required to win
This awfully hot Cobblepot has fought
A lot of dumb fellas
Let me demonstrate how to properly
Open
that the nation would turn up the station
Face it, art cannot reject itself
Make this, don't let them touch it, hot as hell
Nobody's angelic, I just
(Prodigy)
You understand?
Shit is hot!
Step up to the block only give you one chance
(One)
Boots strapped and I'm ready to dance
I'm grinding daily
not time to let 'em show
Drop it low, drop it low
Cuz your haters wouldn't know
If you're stressing, let it go. Got some bands we finna throw
We (Drop
over 'ere we don't agree with it (nah)
You got a strap? Sleep with it
Cos I'll raise up the skeng
And make sure you don't wake up again
And let a nigga
of war
When visible tussels appear on the dance floor
The sweat breaks to the beat, freak of the month, year, decade
Vacuum the essay, now lets say
I'm one
Can’t stand when you’re not by my side
Because you gave me that look last night
You are hot stuff, my hands are tied
And I can’t get you out of my
really care if you don't like my stuff
Just wave if you walk by us
Hey casper buddy!
What do you wanna be when you grow up?
ECT
Hello, Hello,
Hello
you don't like my stuff
Just wave if you walk by us
Hey Casper buddy!
What do you wanna be when you grow up?
ECT
Hello, Hello
Hello hello hello
the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three,
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
Relax
By Ashley DuBose feat. BdotCroc
Verse 1
This whole week has been so crazy
So much stuff been going on
Wish that I could turn it off
Close my
fair
I could of made a a dance song
But I rather rap my ass off
Your shit is made on a set
Flow David Hasselhof
I went from the trenches
To penthouse
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