[Intro] 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

[Verse 1] 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 accusations Ah ah ah ah ah, no worries Papa's got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise? I've done touched on everything but little boys That's not a stab at Michael 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 To the center of the dance floor Like TP 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 (fart sound) Oops my CD just skipped And everyone just heard you let one rip

[Hook] Now I'm gonna make you dance It's your chance Yeah boy, shake that ass Whoops I mean girl, girl girl girl Girl you know you're my world Alright now lose it (ah ah ah ah ah) Just lose it (ah ah ah ah ah) Go crazy (ah ah ah ah ah) Oh baby (ah ah) oh baby, baby (ah ah)

[Verse 2] It's Friday and it's my day Just to party all the way to Sunday Maybe 'til Monday I don't know what day Everyday's just a holiday Cruisin' on the freeway, feelin' kind of breezy Let the top down and my hair blow I don't know where I'm goin' All I know is when I get there someone's 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 Would you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out (yeah) Now what's ya name girl, what's ya sign? (Man you must be up out yo mind) Dre (ah ah) beer goggles, blind I'm just tryin' to unwind (now I'm)

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[Verse 3] It's Tuesday and I'm locked up I'm in jail and I don't know what happened They say I was runnin' butt naked Down the street screamin' (ah ah ah ah) Well 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 Yellin' at an old lady" (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 snap back to reality, look! there's B. Rabbit "Oh you signed me up to battle? I'm a grown man!" Tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba I don't have any lines to go right here so, chubby Tellytubby fellas (what) fellas (what) Grab your left nut, make your 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 squeezin' It's the season, just go (ah ah ah ah) It's so appeasin'

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