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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madilyn
Madilyn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
William Squier
William Squier
Songwriter
Adam Horowitz
Adam Horowitz
Songwriter
Arthur Neville
Arthur Neville
Songwriter
Anthony Shawn Criss
Anthony Shawn Criss
Songwriter
Keir Lamont Gist
Keir Lamont Gist
Songwriter
Adam Yauch
Adam Yauch
Songwriter
Cyril Neville
Cyril Neville
Songwriter
George Porter, Jr.
George Porter, Jr.
Songwriter
Leo Nocentelli
Leo Nocentelli
Songwriter
Vincent E. Brown
Vincent E. Brown
Songwriter
Ziggaboo Modeliste
Ziggaboo Modeliste
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now the song's about to kick off, this party looks whack
Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
That's why my pen needs a pad, because my rhyme's on the rag
[Verse 2]
Just like I do with addiction, I'm 'bout to kick it
Like a magician, the critics, I turn to crickets
Get 'em still on the fences, whether to pick it
But get 'em quick to impale when I tell 'em stick it
[Verse 3]
So sick of looking pale, that's my pigment
Going hard yeah, shout out to Hendrix
Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, yeah
The art of MC'ing mixed with a Da Vinci and the MC Ren
I don't mean Stimpy's friend, yeah
Been Public Enemy since you thought PE was gym, oh yeah
[Verse 4]
Take your shoes off, let your hair down, go berzerk, all night long
Grow your beard out, just weird out, go berzerk, all night long
[Verse 5]
'Cause we're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
Turn the volume loud, 'cause it's mayhem till the A.M
So baby, make just like K-Fed, let yourself go, let yourself go
'Cause a ruckus before you kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody, go berzerk and shake your body
[Verse 6]
I guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it?
Khaki's pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced
So I guess it ain't
That aftershave or cologne that made 'em just faint
Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
[Verse 7]
So, if love is a chess game, then checkmate
But boy your body's smoking, shot me dead, baby, bang bang
Yes sir, Bob, I was thinking the same thing
So come get on this kid's rock, ba-ba-ba-dow, bang, bang
P-p-pow, p-p-pow, chicka, wow, wow
Catch a cab, I wanna go down, d-d-down-down
Slow it down, throw in the towel, t-t-towel, towel
Dumb it down, I don't know how, huh-huh, how, how
At least I know that I don't know
Question is, are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid?
I hope so, now
Everybody
[Verse 8]
Take your shoes off, let your hair down, go berzerk, all night long
Grow your beard out, just weird out, go berzerk, all night long
[Verse 9]
We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
Turn the volume loud, 'cause it's mayhem till the A.M.
So baby, make just like K-Fed, let yourself go, let yourself go
'Cause a ruckus before you kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody, go berzerk and shake your body
Everybody, everybody, go berzerk and shake your body, yeah
Shake your body
Ah, ooh ah, oh, whoa, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Written by: A Yauch, Adam Horowitz, Anthony Shawn Criss, Arthur Neville, C. Neville, George Joseph Jr. Porter, J. Modeliste, Keir Lamont Gist, Leo Paul Nocentelli, Marshall Mathers, Rick Rubin, V. Brown, William Squier
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