I live for the night
I live for the lights
I live for the high til I'm free fallin'
I live for the night
I live for the lights
I live for the high til I'm free fallin'
Til I'm free fallin
I live for the nights

I am tryna holla got that ink up on my colla'
Drinkin til it's nada, isn't whiskey I don't bother
My bitches ain't no dimes they be mothafuckin' dollars
So we stack our drinks up high, skyscrappin' til we taller
Ring ring hit that up show that universal love
If you bleed that red blood dance until you get enough
Ring ring hit that up show that universal love
If you bleed that red blood dance until you get enough

Imma do what I want, whatever
Imma rage til the dawn, all nighter
Don't hold your breath you know I'll sleep when I am dead

I live for the night
I live for the lights
I live for the high til I'm free fallin'
I live for the night
I live for the lights
I live for the high til I'm free fallin'
I live for the night
Free fallin'

I'm a grim reaper when I'm blarin' out your speaker
Killin' out the weaker welcome to the final feature
My head is in the clouds, you can say that I'm a dreamer
But I bang it super loud turn that bitch into a screamer

Imma do what I want, whatever
Imma rage til the dawn, all nighter
Don't hold your breath you know I'll sleep when I am dead

I live for the night
I live for the lights
I live for the high til I'm free fallin'
I live for the night
I live for the lights
I live for the high til I'm free fallin'

I live for the night
I live for the lights
I live for the high til I'm free fallin'
I live for the night
I live for the lights
I live for the high til I'm free fallin'

I live for the night

If it's groove you're looking for,
then you've come to the right place
Oh Octavia can't you see,
Classical is not the type for me

Now don't you look the other way,
cause this music's here to stay
Now wipe that grin right off your face
Cause it'll all be gone when you step into this place

So put down that cello and go grab the bass, cause we're swingin'
here tonight, this ain't no fancy music place.
You just gotta let it go, from everything that tells you no
Even if this is not your type of show, your type of show.

Now maybe you've learned a thing or two,
about how fast those hooves can groove
Now c'mon just take a chance,
these beats will put you in a trance

Now these things you just can't forget,
it would only bring regret
but there's one thing you must know
we can't stop this crowd from stomping on this floor

So put down that cello and go grab the bass, cause we're swingin'
here tonight, this ain't no fancy music place.
You just gotta let it go, from everything that tells you no
Even if this is not your type of show, your type of show.

So put down that cello and go grab the bass, cause we're swingin'
here tonight, this ain't no fancy music place.
You just gotta let it go, from everything that tells you no
Even if this is not your type of show, your type of show, just let it go.

[Intro]
Obie Trice! Real name, no gimmicks - (*record scratch*)

[Refrain 1](x2)
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside

[Refrain 2]
Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back

[Verse 1]
I've created a monster, cause nobody wants ta
See Marshall no more they want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not co-operating
When I'm rocking the table while he's operating (hey!!)
You waited this long, now stop debating
Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty without me
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits
And get ready, cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits; fuck you, Debbie!

[Hook]
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty without me

[Verse 2]
Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners helpless
Til someone comes along on a mission and yells BITCH!!!
A visionary, vision is scary
Could start a revolution, polluting the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass {smak}
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?
Well I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
Enter in, and up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting
Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, You sent for me?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with
Anybody who's talking this shit, that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You 36-year-old baldheaded fag, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listens to techno
Now let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the shit just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene
No I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so selfishly
And used it to get myself wealthy
(Hey!!) There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty without me

[Hook]

[Outro]
Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la la la la
Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la la la la
Kids!

Now greetings to the world,
Vice ala one big gong zilla 'longside skrillex,
And for long!
Oh wait…

I won't!

We mash up the place, turn up the bass,
And make them all have fun,
Ah we-a blaze the fyah, make it bun dem!

We mash up the place, turn up the bass,
And make sure soundboy run,
And we will end your week, just like a sunday!

We mash up the place, turn up the bass,
And make them all have fun,
Skrillex-ah blaze the fire, make it bun dem!

We mash up the place, turn up the bass,
And make sure soundboy run,
And we will end your week, just like a sunday!

Rudeboy!
Rudeboy!
Rudeboy!
Rudeboy!

If you juxtaposin' I wouldn't suppose it,
Get on the floor, let's get on the floor,
Just throw yah paws and bun dah pussy,
Killin' the floor just had a motive,
Kickin' the floor nah we let dah moles in,
Never yah cars and never yah girl, bury yah clart
All of my caka, all of my chart,
Skrillex and gang
There livin' it long,
They getta me public, keeping me strong
They're giving me up, they're giving it long
They're giving it might, whenever your drunk

Rudeboy bass, mash up da place!
Rudeboy!
Rudeboy!
Rudeboy!

We mash up the place,
Mash up the place,
Mash up the place,
Mash up the-

Rudeboy!

We mash up the place, turn up the bass,
And make them all have fun,
Ah we-a blaze the fyah, make it bun dem!

We mash up the place, turn up the bass,
And make sure soundboy run,
And we will end your week, just like a sunday!

We mash up the place, turn up the bass,
And make them all have fun,
Skrillex-ah blaze the fire, make it bun dem!

We mash up the place, turn up the bass,
And make sure soundboy run,
And we will end your week, just like a sunday!

Rudeboy!
Rudeboy!
Rudeboy!

Pack up and run,
Pack up and run,
Pack up and run 'wayy-uh!

Pack up and run,
Pack up and run,
Pack up and run 'wayy-uh!

Rudeboy!

Pack up and run,
Pack up and run,
Pack up and run 'wayy-uh!

Pack up and run,
Pack up and run,
Pack up and run 'wayy-uh!

Rudeboy!

Pack up and run,
Pack up and run,
Pack up and run 'wayy-uh!

Pack up and run,
Pack up and run,
Pack up and run 'wayy-uh!

Rudeboy!

Pack up and run,
Pack up and run,
Pack up and run 'wayy-uh!

Pack up and run,
Pack up and run,
Pack up and run-

Rudeboy bass, mash up da place/

Feels like your life is over
Feels like all hope is gone
You kiss it all away
Maybe, maybe
This is a second coming
This is a call to arms
Your finest hour won't be

Wasted, wasted
Hey, hey, hell is what you make, make
Rise against your fate, fate
Nothing's gonna keep you down

Even if it's killing you