Bout to Get Ugly (feat. Rhymefest & Anthony Hamilton)

I think I'm ready to do some type of report

Tell me whatcha really want

Look at how lovely (Mark Ron)

What they don't know (Rhymefest) its bout to get ugly

From the East to the Midwest

Lemme tell ya how we do it here

(Its bout to get ugly)

You know im shot till I'm down

And I'm lovin the spot

But when I'm up in here why they say the clubbin is hot

They say

You could meet a broad

Take her home on the spot

And that broad could get a broad

Bring 'em home with his watch

They say Club Cheetah

That's the place rah niggas gettin shot in the face

We get his central fly

Long get his chicks to fly

I need some head no time to waaaaaste

Who that DJ be

They said Ronson

Step in the club with one hand on mah Johnson

That Midwest attitude get him respondin

Talkin bout Oooh Zack Chin is so charmin

Yeah, you wanna dance chick lets go

Glowsticks, lollipops, right foot, left toe

Looked around the room

I aint see no Negroes

Like ahhh niggas don't listen to techno

Slow it down now, we goin downstairs

They got the Cristal

They got the lounge chairs

With the pretty Puerto Rican girls around here

I know its everyday for you

I aint from round here

Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely

What they don't know its bout to get ugly

What they don't know its bout to get ugly

Right now its gonna get ugly

Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely

What they don't know its bout to get ugly

Tell ya right now its bout to get ugly

Right now its gonna get ugly

I'm dancin with this chick right

Music hard gotta ass jumpin all night

DJ throwin out the pity part thats right (No shirt on)

Hey playa what that is, the White Stripes? (oooohhhh)

Hold up

Where the hell he get that mix

White boys goin wild doin back flips

Playin rock n' roll

Mixin with the black shit

M.O.P AC/DC

That's it! Keep it goin

Now its Rob Zombie

I never liked rock n' roll

But now its gon be

Blonde hair blue eyes

Kissin gold chains

I'm almost deaf

She the queen of the stone age

Rhymefest

I'm the king of my own age

Get your motor runnning

Head out on the highway

The way this DJ like the start to the stop shit

Should we dance?

Hell nah, start a mosh pit

And let 'em know we just

Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely

What they don't know its bout to get ugly

What they don't know its bout to get ugly

Right now its gonna get ugly

Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely

What they don't know its bout to get ugly

Tell ya right now its bout to get ugly

Right now its gonna get ugly

Tell me whatcha really want

For me to miss my plane

Stayin in why and do it again

Tell me whatcha really want

Rock stars, electric guitars

Baby who's pullin your strings

Tell me whatcha really want

The DJ in the booth

Thinking that we not playin the truth

With the hard rock, hip-hop,

East to Midwest

Mark Ronson's on the cut

And my name is Rhymefest

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