Don't Let the Music Stop

Step up duke
Get beat down quick
I’m a old school Ike Turner chauvinist pig
And I’m top shelf
The word «Hot» in my name
Is more obvious than when Fat Joe named himself
I’m the boss
Killing it coarse
Flows tight like John Stockton’s basketball shorts
And I’m different
There’s no need to fear it
Don’t worry kids, these are called lyrics
Cause all these record labels only want a hit
But I’m on some bunt single Juan Pierre type shit
Most rappers probably could kill you with a stapler
My hype man is a fucking Lit major
Electric Mayhem with Animal on drums
Dr. Teeth’s on the keys, your ass better run
Don’t act dumb, you looking at a star
Now kicking yourself like Interscope A&R is
I’m not here to try to hurt nobody
I’m just trying to have a real big party
I’m not here to try to offend nobody, no
Don’t let the music stop
No need Chachi
For you to try to stop me
I’m hitting off the end like I’m Jeremy Shockey
Or Steve Nash
Behind-the-back passes
While you behind the back just to fuck dudes' asses
Nobody’s watching you
The crowd has bailed
Not into it, like Latifah at Chippendale’s
I’m good-hearted
For the dearly departed
Cause if I did rock songs I’d kill Good Charlotte
I assume that most rappers are gay
Doing flips and R&B like they was B2K
So I’ll raise the ante with the cards that I hold
While you kids all fold like Kelly Price’s rolls
Get it?
We won’t let the music stop
This is for the real hip-hop
We won’t let the music stop
Please DJ let the needle drop
I’m off the meat rack like Rocky’s punch bags
With Mad Cow Disease infecting every slag
No way around it Dunn, you getting killed
Leaving corpses, looking like what George Romero built
Please take this drink
It’s getting hard to think
I’m about to heave Hpnotiq all over the sink
All these other rappers unintelligibly
Seem to speak another language like Dragonball Z
I’m Dennis Eckersley 'bout to close out the game
Young like Lebron, it’ll never be the same
Let’s take it further and go brain for brain
You’re a cheesedick like Shemar on «Soul Train»
Nobody’s coming close to my knowledge
I’m the king, like Abe Froman is to sausage
I hate kid rappers hitting puberty
Even now Bow Wow could beat the shit out of me