| Tonight we can’t stop this, we got this
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| Everybody get up and go rock this
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| Everybody get up
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| Tonight we gon' drop it, can’t stop it
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| All across the globe we gon' rock it
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| All across the globe
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| Welcome back to life
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| It’s the return of the incredible hulk
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| Proceed with caution do not provoke
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| I spent my whole life on the edge of broke
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| Now 'bout to blow up in a plume of smoke
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| I don’t know what you came here for
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| I don’t believe that we’ve met before
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| But please proceed orderly to the dance floor
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| And DJ please play my track once more
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| Isn’t this better than crystal meth?
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| Better than rotting your teeth till you got none left?
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| Better than a quick hit then hold your breath
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| And take one step, two steps closer to death?
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| So put down your pipes and come rock with us
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| Our sunglasses bigger than binoculars
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| Don’t really know what people think is popular
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| But its clear by what you wear that you copy us
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| That Ruckus they industry made
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| Yo must be tripping on hater-ade
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| Twelve years in the game, I still ain’t paid
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| I’ll kidnap the DJ till my song gets played
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| So tonight you want a little bit of carefree living ha
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| Like the people on the screen at the cinema
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| Find a drunk girl who isn’t even really into ya
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| To have sex with you in the back seat of your rental car
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| Is it even really fulfilling ya, or is it ultimately killing ya?
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| Has it given ya a virus, that’ll wreck your balls faster than Miley Cyrus?
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| God ultimately knows whats up
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| That’s why He doesn’t really even want you up in that club
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| With ya bottle of bub, while you’re twerkin' it up
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| Cause those men looking at you they ain’t looking for love
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| So let me tell you what I’ve seen through my own eyes
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| A small portion of society we idolize
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| Put 'em on a pedestal and we buy their lies
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| Buy all their t-shirts and believe the lies
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| And then hide all the proof of the inconvenient truth
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| That future still belongs to the youth
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| Now step away from the mic and exit the booth
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| Some things in life that you just can’t explain
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| Like who I was to who I became
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| That’s why I just can’t be here to entertain
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| Gotta speak my mind, and go against the grain
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| I’m the time bomb that you can’t contain
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| I’m on the verge of clinically insane
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| The men in white suits they can’t restrain me
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| In a straitjacket I’ll dance in the rain
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| See I was born for so much more
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| Than this world had me believe before
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| And I got so much more in store
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| I’m a crank it up to a level that they can’t ignore |