s you To change my mind And bring the light into my life I open my eyes to see another world I?ve changed inside Close to you all is true, my little star
margarita blend So I slip slow The type of nigga I am kind of skitzo Never out of my element I let the fifth go Shots in the club panic at the disco She
right! Dr Dre: To the rap mobile, let's go! Lady: Marshall! Marshall! Eminem: Bitches and Gentleman! It's showtime! Hurry, hurry step right up! Introducing the star
Here we go-AH! Double-dare, ante up, tally-ho -ah! Lights down, lights up {? } bulb - ah! Super duper fly, supernatural - ah! Hips in a twist, thighs on her work - ah! Starin past her room
in shadows Spilling from morgue lancet Caressed your fontanelle I?ve sworn to kill every last one Every last one Panic in the shakes of the wounded Panic
so fresh, so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) I love when you stare
just so fresh, so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) I love when you stare
arm, so are you ready? [Verse One: U-God] Yo, yeah, yo, yo Yo, yeah Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish Party robust, rec room
. A dark room in the wallflower garden of the party, She's got four on the floor, She's waiting to kickstart me. So just stall me! She counts on stars
're fuckin' right To the rap mobile, let's go (Marshall, Marshall) Bitches and gentleman, it's show time Hurry, hurry step right up Introducin' the star
an inch Turn the glass into stars And your face is the moon And the night turns to you 'Cause my mind is on you You've got me caught in a place Panic
-0 A little margarita blend so I slip slow The type of nigga I am kind of skitzo Never out of my element I let the fifth go Shots in the club panic at
right... To the rapmobile, let's go... {Marshall, Marshall, bitches and gentlemen, it's showtime, hurry hurry, step right up, introducing the star of
wanna drill holes in the sky. I'm in love with the nomad and I miss my mother badly, I was a sideways baby, always will be. to start the party right
was funny So I laughed, blood bathed it off That bastard's soft Grab my pistol, I'm shootin' missiles Here's how you can be a super rap star and people
the air conditioning ducts all this time. as I crashed thro He cheap imitation-styrofoam hung ceiling tiles, skates first, I flashed ninja stars all about me. in the ensuing panic
hang on Don't panic, don't panic There simply is no need It's gonna be a hard day It's gonna be a hard day Don't panic, don't panic We are hanging here