Get Off the World - Denom

Hey, who the hell do they think they are? Ah, they're just a bunch of girls We are the Hellcats nobody likes Maneaters on motorbikes We own this road so you better get lost When you hear the roar of cut-out exhaust Bug off or you'll find that you've blown your mind Get off the road! Get off the road! We know man's made out of clay He shootin' clay pigeons today Get off the road before we have crossed Or you might get your rear-end tossed Gonna be uptight, we're ridin'here tonight Get off the road! Get off the road! Get off the road! Get off the road! Maneaters! ...

Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian You gotta get up Gotta get up You gotta get up Gotta get up If you wanna get- I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars and I Hate people who think they can dose up their medicine Fuckin' with venom, they's no one, they do not compare to me and I Twista spit the flow so hard it might show them the force I'd like to see somebody talkin' shit get turned to a corpse Only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers Drink liquor and ballers love, I can kick it with ya'll but Hate phony ass people And I hate having no dro And I hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin' No bitches that bring it down to the floor And I hate when I can't hurt somebody And I hate when I ain't got dough And I hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy Rockin' loose and partly losing control You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up Gotta get up You gotta get up Gotta get up If you wanna get- Hate phony ass people And I hate having no dro And I hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin' No bitches that bring it down to the floor And I hate when I can't hurt somebody And I hate when I ain't got dough And I hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy Rockin' loose and partly losing control You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Keep your eyes open just so I can stop you from blinkin' Make you play Russian Roulette and try to see what you're thinkin' Through the hole in your dome while I'm holding my own Get so cold in the zone I'm destroying my clone I can fill the fuckin' room up with torture and pain Blood of the lyrical Dracula is coursing my veins It's the trilogy of terror, real MC from my era Then I spit vocal agility, then I scare ya Because I hate ya'll phony ass people And I hate having no dro And I hate bougie-ass clubs that don't be havin' No bitches that bring it down to the floor And I hate when I can't hurt somebody And I hate when I ain't got dough And I hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy Rockin' loose and partly losing control You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off You gotta get up If you wanna get off Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian Aa aana, aye aye aan mundian

Don't be afraid, To pleasure yourself. Can't you remember, How good it felt? Cravin' for love, Is a natural desire. Don't fight the feelin', And let me take you higher. A love don't dare Has made you grieve. But this love of mine, Can bring relief. Come get the cream off the top, Come get the best that I got, And I'll belong to you. Come get the cream off the top, Come get the best that I got, And I'll belong to you. I'm willin' to give you, More than I take. If it takes all night, I'm willin' to make... Make good love to you. And bring you pleasure. The kind of love, That you can treasure. You've spoken of love, I know you've tasted it. But without the rest of it, Life can be wasted. Ahhh, take it baby. Take it baby. Come take all that I got. Ahhh, take it baby. Take it baby. You can have all I got. A mouth full of love, Is all you've tasted. Without the rest of it, Life can be wasted. Ahhh, take it baby. Take it baby. Come get all that I got. Take it baby. Ahhh, take it baby. You can have all I got. Come get the cream off the top, Come get the best that I got, And I'll belong to you. Come get the cream off the top, Come get the best that I got, And your dreams'll come true... [Fade]