{*15 second ad libbed intro*}

[Madd Kapp]

DJ, what's up, I'm Madd Kapp

The baldheaded honkey who's runnin the beer tab

Every bar down river they hate me

But they made me, the reason that I'm so damn crazy

I keep it movin like section 8 housing

Pissin people off even worse than price gougin

"White boy, you know me baby~!"

I suffer the brain pain, I done lost it lately

Rappers talkin out the side of they neck

So fuck 'em all, I don't need none of your respect

I'm a star dawg, like it or not

Cause people pay attention to me when I'm up in they spot

Pop pills, wash it down with whiskey

Cause that old No. 7 always gets me tipsy

To all the ladies in the bar, I'm ready

Gather 'round me, let's all get dirty and sweaty

[Chorus]

May.. I.. have.. this.. dance.. bay.. bee..

Let's just dance with the devil in the pale moonlight tonight

Sing this song with me

[Madd Kapp]

Hennessy and some Gran Marnier

They call it, gasoline and the buzz is great

I'm too, pisted, twisted, and dis shit

Got me goin cross-eyed but I'm feelin terrific and

People lookin at me whisperin shit

Excuse me, I ain't tryin to bother you bitch

I just wanna have some fun and drink some

151 rum earl and get dumb

Pop my collar while I'm cuttin a rug

But wait a minute, I'm white, I can't dance, that's fucked up

That's not fair man, poppin and lockin

Yo fuck it, gimme all your wallets and watches

And while you at it all the chains and charms

Tell the cops I'm in Vegas at the top of the Palms

And tell 'em bring some duct tape and rope

Cause there's a party in my pants and the hoes on dope

AH-HA~!

[Chorus]

[Madd Kapp]

Clear the floor for Captain Disco

Let go of my cape, it's - I said let go

I repeat bitch, I said let go

Don't force me to lash you and call on Metro

I'm with Treba and we're low on petrol

And the red bomb citizen keepin it retro

So keep it clean B, cool and collective

I don't wanna have to pull early, respected

And keep the bouncer out my face tonight

I got a club in my pocket and some gas in a pipe

So stop blowin my buzz you killjoy

And tell that motherfucker up in the booth we still boys

Hand him this, tell him play this disc

This Madd Kapp shit dedicated to the chicks

Report to the dancefloor, shake your asses

No glow sthicks, just fake tits flappin

[Chorus]

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