Bout to Get Ugly

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 End