Bun up the dance Capoten, Beenie Man, Mavado, uh-oh Sizzla Kalonji, Kartel, Buju, go suh Super Cat, all over his Ferragamo, I know Destra Garcia, Machel Montano, ja know Ninjaman, Lady Saw, Spice, Tanya, patch up DJ, pull up, Bounty Killer, uh-huh Bunji

I want you to keep rocking me You can rock me baby You can rock me all night long Rock me baby, rock me baby, rock me baby, huh Little girl, you can rock me all night long, now oh, now Just keep on rockin' me little girl, girl Honey 'till my back ain't

I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) I don't need you, I don't need school (Ooh) I sip lean in my classroom (Brr) Left wrist cost a Bentley coupe (Ooh) Drop 10 Xans in Wonton soup (Huh?) Your bitch give me top like a drop top coupe (Yeah) Ask my teacher

Rock n' roll. Hello again, to all my friends, together we can play some rock n' roll. Singin' with you. (Rock n' roll!) Singin' with you (Uh!) Oh my gosh! Rude boy bass, mash up the place You can eat shit and fuckin' And fuck you.

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away When I was a child my family would travel Down to

La, la, la, la La, la, laa (huh) This that him that's talking shit La, laa, la, laa Oh my god, Ronny Like a Quarter Pounder, I found her She with a boy think it's Ned Flanders She said that, really nice

And you should know, ooh, aah, when I like it a-like a-this Huh, please don't you rock my boat 'Cause I don't want my boat to be rockin' anyhow Please don't you rock my boat, no 'Cause I don't want my boat to be rockin' I'm tellin' you that, oh, ooh,

Electrify me, I just can't get over you, baby Electrify me, electrify me I'm a put your hands up, touch your body Love it when I electrify ya Yes, oh, I can't wait 'til I see you, too Uh huh, yeah, I think I want you

I wanna be living for the love of you All that I'm giving is for the love of you Hmm Huh Hoo hoo hey baby I'm looking for you Drifting on a memory Ain't no place I'd rather be Than with you, loving you Day will make a way for night All we'll need is

The sound of the mortars The music of death Fresh from Moscow Over Volga came to comrades aid City in despair Almost crushed by the Führer's army Oh, it's colder than Hell Hitler's forces advancing A grand symphony