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 accusations aah aah aah aah aah 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,
[Chorus] 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
Unfortunately yes! you’re stupid enough to sacrifice your fame because you never thought about the possibility of getting caught
YES
I thought this was the bee.
Reminds me of a book by OJ, “IF I did it.”