Eminem
Lyricist: YOUNG, ANDRE / POPE, CHE / MATHERS, MARSHALL / ELIZONDO, MICHAEL / BATSON, MARK Composer: YOUNG, ANDRE / POPE, CHE / MATHERS, MARSHALL / ELIZONDO, MICHAEL / BATSON, MARK
OK, guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright stop, pajama time, come here little kiddies, on my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap, and I don't mean rap
As in a new case of child molestation accusation
No worries, pappa's got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise
I done touched on everything, but little boys
And that's not a stab at Micheal
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good god, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes and just glide
Up the center of the dance floor
Like T-P for my bung hole and it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know who'd hear it
Give a little "poot poot", it's OK
Oops my C-D just skipped, and everyone just heard you let one rip
Now I'm gonna make you dance, it's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass, oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Now you know you're my world, alright now lose it, aah aah aah aah aah
Just lose it, aah aah aah aah aah
Go crazy, aah aah aah aah aah
Oh baby, aah aah, oh baby baby aah aah
It's Friday and it's my day, chance to party all the way to Sunday
Maybe till Monday, I dunno what day, everyday's just a holiday
Crusin' on the freeway, feelin' kinda breezy
Get the top down, let my hair blow, I dunno where I'm goin'
All I know is when I get there, someones gonna touch my body
Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work
Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out, yeah
Now what's your name girl, what's your sign
Man, you must be up out your mind dre aah aah
Beer goggles, blind, I'm just trying to unwind, now I'm
Now I'm gonna make you dance, it's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass, oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Now you know you're my world, alright now lose it, aah aah aah aah aah
Just lose it, aah aah aah aah aah
Go crazy, aah aah aah aah aah
Oh baby, aah aah, oh baby baby aah aah
It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
They say I was running butt naked
Down the street screaming, aah aah aah aah aah
Your honor I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much, I'm not guilty
They said save it boy, we got you on tape
Telling an old lady to "touch my body"
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It gets real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now step back to reality, look it's B.Rabbit
You signed me up to battle? I'm a grown man
Chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba
I don't have any lines to go right here so
Duba duba teletubie fella's what? fella's yeah?
Grab you left (nut), make right one jealous what?
Black girls, white girls
Skinny girls, fat girls
Tall girls, small girls
I'm calling all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romance or
Butt squeezing it's the season
Just go aah aah aah aah, it's so appeasin'
Now I'm gonna make you dance, it's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass, oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Now you know you're my world, alright now lose it, aah aah aah aah aah
Just lose it, aah aah aah aah aah
Go crazy, aah aah aah aah aah
Oh baby, aah aah, oh baby baby aah aah
Um num num touch my body
Um num num touch my body
Ooh boy just touch my body
I mean girl just touch my body