Square Dance (Instrumental)

People
It feels so good to be back
Ladies and gentleman
Introducing the new and improved you know who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pittbull off his leash
All this peace talk can cease
All these people I had to leave in limbo
I'm back now
I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me just keep shit simple
Cani-bitch don't want no beef with Slim, no!Not even
On my radar
So won't you please jump off my dick
Lay off and stay off
And follow me as
I put these crayons to chaos from séance to séance
Aw-a-aw-ch-a-aw
C'mon now
Let's all get on down
Do-si-do now
We gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down and square dance with me
C'mon now
Let's all get on down
Do-si-do now
We gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down and square dance with me
Let your hair down to the track
Yeah, kick on back (boo)
The boogies monster of rap
Yeah, the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush administration
Mush the Senate's face in and push this generation
Of kids to stand and fight
For the right to say something you might not like
This white hot light that I'm under
No wonder I look so sunburnt
Oh, no I won't leave no stone unturned
Oh, no I won't leave, won't go nowhere
Do-si-do, oh, yo, ho, hello there
Oh, yeah don't think I won't go there
Go to Beirut and do a show there
Yah, you laugh 'til your motherfuckin' ass gets drafted
While you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen
'Til you fuck around, get an Anthrax napkin
Inside a package wrapped in Saran Wrap wrapping
Open the plastic and then you stand back gasping
Fuckin' assassins hijackin' Amtracks
Crashin'
All this terror America demands action
Next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's ass
Askin' To join the army or what you'll do for their Navy
You just a baby, gettin' recruited at 18
You're on a plane
Now eatin' their food and their baked beans
I'm 28, they gon' take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy? When
I say Hussien you say Shady
My views ain't changed still inhumane
Wait, arraigned two days late
The date's today, hang me
Come on now, let's all get on down
Do-si-do now
We gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down and square dance with me
C'mon now
Let's all get on down
Do-si-do now
We gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down and square dance
With me!
Nothin' moves me more than a groove that soothes me
Nothin' soothes me more than a groove that boosts me
Nothin' boosts me more or suits me beautifully
There's nothin' you can do to me, stab me, shoot me
Physchotic, hypnotic, product I got the antibiotic
Ain't nobody hotter and so on and yada yada
God I talk alot of hem-de-lay-la-la-la
Oochie-walla-walla, um-da-dah-da-dah-da, but you gotta-gotta
Keep movin', there's more music to make
Keep makin' new shit
Produce hits to break the monotony
What's gotten into me? Drugs, rock
And Hennessey
Thug like I'm Pac on my enemies
On your knees, got you under seige
Somebody you would give a lung to be hungry
Like a fuckin' younger me, fuck the fee
I can get you jumped for free, yeah, buddy
Laugh it's funny
I have the money to have
You killed by somebody who has nothing
I'm past bluffing, pass the K-Y
Let's get ready for some intense serious ass fucking
Come on now, let's all get on down
Do-si-do now
We gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down and square dance with me
C'mon now
Let's all get on down
Do-si-do now
We gon' have a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down and square dance with me
Dr. Dre, wants to square dance with me
Nasty Nas, wants to square dance with me
X to the Z, wants to square dance with me
Busta Rhymes, wants to square dance with me
Cani-bitch won't square dance with me
Fan-a-bitch, won't square dance with me
Canada-bis, don't want no parts of me
Dirty Dozen wants to square dance with you, yee-haw