get the fuck out! here there's no interest in what you're about. preaching your violence... just leave it alone. here there's no interest in what you
get fucked up and I'll rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock the party
ll rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party
disciple tracks, make me wanna grab an axe Prince saddam's a lyrical lumberjack A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler With a sawed-off shottie, rock the party
control his hand Get a body bag cause "mauh" he's a dead man She was coolin sportin my table When the dance was done she like walked back to money's
You get fucked up and i'll rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party
not lookin for a girl that drives a car To me she'll always be my superstar Cause I'm lookin for a girl with a beautiful smile And a young lady that's
, make me wanna grab an axe Prince Saddam's a lyrical lumberjack A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler With a sawed-off shottie, rock the party
